Maybe I’m
not as hard as I think
Maybe it’s
tiring to be the rock
That
everyone anchors to
When I know
how crumbly
The center
of that rock is.
Dark waters
surround me again.
It’s nothing
new
I’ve been
through them so many times
I’ve lost
count.
Good thing I
have time off to hide in my house.
People don’t
have to know.
People won’t
know.
People don’t
want to know—
I’m the
rock, remember?
Dark waters
surround me again.
It’s nothing
new
I’ve been
through them so many times
I’ve lost
count.
In a few
days, I’ll emerge
To go into
work
To be that
rock again.
No one will
know.
But I will
be on the outlook for the kids in the dark waters.
It’s what I
do
It’s who I
am
It’s why I
will not let the dark waters pull me down.
