Superficial

Superficial,
Superficial..
I feel so alone.
Superficial, why did you steal all my friends?
This insecure emotion,
I got over it long ago
Why did it come again?
Why do you have to slip through my door,
And stay?

Wants

I want my penknife,
It gives me comfort..
The cold blade keeps me warm
Its danger keeps me alert.

I want my penknife,
It gives me responsibility..
The hilt gives me power
It holds boredom at bay.

I want my penknife,
I gives me strength..
The sharp tip cutting edge
It gives, and receives.