Ms. Dependant
Location
I walk with my head up high
With my feet far off the ground
But no one can see inside
My head is staring down.
I lie to everyone
pretending as if I am okay
I am a broken one
showing that I have my life made
But the truth is that I am afraid.
All my life
I have relied
on leaning on another's shoulder
Just so I don't fall too far over
And when they leave
I cry and grieve
For I do not wish to be alone.
They are my home.
Torn and broken
Not independant
Not what I have chosen
It is what I have in the moment.
I am Miss Dependant.