In need of something meaningful, something meaningful to call my own.
Instead of feeling so pitiful that I make my blood pressure rise.
You can see it in my eyes
You can hear it in my tone
It comes with no surprise if I sound depressed over the phone.
Need to talk to someone, who understands my problems.
Who will guide & assist my decisions
But who can I talk to, open up to without fear of judgement.
There is only one, God.
He always helps me in my time of need and through my trials & tribulations.
Am I worrying for no reason, do I see a clear future?
The problem is that I don’t, if nothing changes & I continue the same.
All I fear is misery & persecution, if I can’t make a choice, the right choices.
Ok, I know what I like but I feel bad for liking it.
What I like isn’t evil, it isn’t dangerous.
What I like can be seen as evil and dangerous if I’m reckless.