Self

There is one thing in the way,
Neglecting our frequent demands.
It's their fault we often say,
We feel nobody understands.
Feelings can lead us astray,
Especially when strife expands.

Tonight I was delighted,
The day was as bright as a star.
Then I spoke of myself with dread,
My foolish words left a scar.
At once my sick conscience bled,
Dripping with vomitous tar.

Trapped in my betraying skin,
I went off on another whim.
Hoping that this one would win,
Their faces only grew more grim.
Stop at once! I spoke within,
It is time to make this less dim.

Love

Have you fallen in love yet?
the question is better kept.
Why should you ask like that,
bluntly like you were a rat.

Love is a sensitive subject,
it's not something to inspect.
A word or two incorrect,
could negatively affect.

Although you speak without harm,
you can't win me with your charm.
Desperation then alarm,
when you decide to disarm.

Alone

Standing in the middle
Of a crowd
Feeling completely alone

How can a person stand
In the middle
Of a crowd but feel alone

It starts in a second
You're friendless
There are some people you know

People that are different
Annoying
They care about their own self

A small effort is made
To connect
The attempt was all in vain

People walk left and right
Not a word
A glance or two are like gold

There is only one out
Be the change
Act in the way others should

Walk slowly through the crowd
Smile brightly
Boldly boast a kind greeting

The difference you will make
Seems so small
Keep doing the little things

This person I have been
Relenting
To be known and not be known

In the end it is greater
Than us all

Care

People don't care what you know,
until they know why you care.

The problem occurs when you don't know why you care,
but you simply care so much your heart hurts.

How does one start to explain,
when there are no words for gain.