Right Here

There is something about you and us
That is keeping me right here. I should
Have walked away, but I am already in
Too deep. Why do we fight and fuss?
Maybe it is because we understood
That what we want is not easy. The skin
We try so hard to keep intact may be
Breaking and our ankles are in shackles.
Maybe we breathe, have, hold and see
A future. We know every day is a battle
And struggle as we keep ourselves
On all of the high or low shelves.