Strong inside but all on her own
Laptops mobiles games and apps
I have to sit woth silence on my lap
No space for tearsbut they are hot and wavy
People sit next to me i must show nothing crazy
But im lonely scared anxious tired hoping losing trying winning failing all those ways
My prayer mat sits folded it lays
I worry on phonecalls complaints ams what he thinks
Although ig should be the opposite and yet i aink
With cinemas in my head and all the things i dread
He doesnt want to talk to me
Why could that be
I miss being…. Someone im not
I hate being … ready for a clot
I love being… in my own dreams
Forever like this it would seem
Those bmws
Those holidays
Those children that love me
Those nice curves
Those super smart hands
Those wise words