When I feel this way, really there is nothing to say.

I jump through hoops and leap over hurdle's.

Hating every moment ... hating myself just a little.

When I feel this way, really there is nothing to do.

I used every trick and played every game.

Yet, no matter how many days I conquer, every morning I face another.

Am I suppose to feel this way?

I can't imagine that to be true, so I struggle through.

What else can I do?

I don't know ... that's why I am asking you.

I'm waiting ............

Waiting for someone to stand up for me.

Waiting for someone to ask me whats wrong.

Letting me know that they care.

I hope that someone is really out there.