Not The Only One.

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.