This is me

Pressures of love hanging over my head,

doing the wrong thing,was it something I said.



To make you go crazy and flip out on me,

you say to do one thing and I try to see.



Just what it is about me that annoys you so much,

all I ever do is long for you touch.



Not understanding not caring the reasons why,

but sometimes your words they make me cry.



I feel as its my fault all of what takes place,

burning hot tears they streak down my face.



Wishing all the time I could make it all right,

but day after day seems all we do is fight.



About things we dont see or want to admit,

I think of all this alone when I sit.



And go over all that has happened to me.

Just wanting our love to flow and be free.



Not burdened with mistrust and insecurity

this is who I am just love me for me

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I cant pretend to be something im not

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Deborah Russell's picture

This is a well constructed rhyhme. Nicely written, thanks for sharing on Postpoems.