I'm fighting everyday to live,
Normally.

Below the sheen of small talk,
Unpolished.

I think my intensity scares people,
Shaken.

Insecurity rakes me, day after day,
Painful.


Maybe I just hope that,
Someone would fight for me.
Or even better,
Someone would fight our demons together

Or maybe,
Take the blunt of pain and sorrow,
And halved the burden we both carry,
Play the tune of sorrow.

Or maybe,
I just need someone to dance with me,
To the melody of happiness and life,
The harmonizer of pain and loss.