angel song

 
in my feelings is some dark sadness
I address it I get nowhere
I talk to it, and then I block it out
but this sinking feeling wins out

I end up giving my time to demons
who seem more compassionate
compared to most people

navigating this world seems easy to some
and I wonder that I don't fit
silently I utter vows to myself
I'd rather be alone than take less than I deserve

granted I seem different and I am
I guess what it comes to is I don't want friends
if I have to perform when I see them

sheltered by the crowd I wonder about each of them
is this who you are
I don't click with the majority

earnestly I've tried but the price is too high
somber truth is better
seal the deal with some honesty

collecting my memories I press them into a book
a diary of grief
sorrow is mine to sew as seeds

this is my nature
natural honey gentle in my approach
humming a tune as I walk

lingering like a bird over me
is the silent company I keep
angels that guide but don't speak

I feel compelled to cry
a mournful dirge
an emotional being
surrounded by some who care