There is something about me, always needing to be compared...
But to compare them I wouldn't dare...
I confide my deepest secrets from the threshold grip within,
I will never come out on top, never claim defeat and win.
Fragments of my being, daily break away inside,
I hold the knowledge close to me that they're the ones that lied.
Although I try not to spare the expense of grasping a grudge,
After all they've done to me, you would be able to judge;
Who was in the right, who was in the wrong,
Should I feel the pain I'm feeling?
Should it multiply ever so strong? Will I ever become better? Will I ever belong?
I might someday find a person, to help me through my pain, to rescue me from my sorrows, and save me from this game...
Who will consider me their most prized treasure to never even compare, to claim me as their own, with the response of " Try to take her if you dare"
One day they will come, will rescue me from my hell...
As that day approaches I still ponder if I've done nothing well..
Well enough to deserve someone of that kind, but I shy away the thought knowing I must have lost my mind..
(C) Copyright 2007 Rachel Kessler
