The world clock is ticking
I feel myself slipping.
Where is my home
Wasn't it here
My home where you could feel the love in the air
but now there's nothing there
must be good
must follow the rules
I try sometimes
i do...............
to please the both of you
but its me against life's ugly face
The pain I feel may never heal
still i move on
im not good at handling it
but i can hide it for a while
Each new piece gets added at a growing pile
on the inside I plead
please look at me
Finally when I show my pain
and,tears fall down my face like rain
I get called weak
and another piece gets added to the pile