from the angry single mom 
who pulls her little girl's tangled hair,
to the lonesome drunk wandering the streets
with a vacant stare.
even the teenage drop out sleeping on the heater
to the kid next door who gets beaten.
we all need someone to be there.

the shoulder to cry on
the kiss that stops tears,
the embrace that erases all fears.
sometimes it really does matter.

that evil look
the heart that you took
all the times you insisted on calling.
sometimes it really does stick.

the way you hold her there
the way you make it so i can't stop my stare
the way you make it so it's impossible
for me not to still care.
sometimes it really does hurt.

when you barely remember
when you forget my name
when you always pick me to blame.
sometimes i really think that it's going
to be there forever.

when you toss me aside
how our two worlds collide
how we were exactly the same
and how i did nothing to deserve this.
i got lost in your vanity.
sometimes i can really feel the loss of my sanity.

sometimes there is just too much
sometimes i can't stand your touch.
sometimes i feel better off
sometimes i wish that you would just stop;
cease to exist.
what was it i missed?
how can i be so blind?
sometimes.

and then i remember the mother
who watched her child die.
i think of the girl they tease every day
until she cries.
i remember the boy who walks home from school everyday
with a new cut and bruise,
i think of all the people with battles
they can only lose.
and how can i still think
that i'm the only one
that's not having any fun.
that i'm the only one
not getting anything done.
that i'm the only one
who's buckling under stress.
that i'm the only one
who's buried in too big of a mess.
that i'm the only one
dreading going home.
that i'm the only one
who spends every night crying alone.

because i'm not.
and neither are you
why are we all whining?
most of us don't have a clue.

love michelle.