Take a bottle

Would you share with me

Or is it too much just

To wander for a solid hour

Take another day to celebrate

The aching trouble that I am

It’s not a state

It’s a burden that I can’t escape

A vacant place, treaded to commemorate

My illusory memories; distorted

For who I am

For who I am

The wandering, aching, coward

The selfish, loveless horror

I’m of fragility, sheltered from

The kindness of the world

For who I am

The wandering, aching, coward

The paralyzing horror

Of my love to all the aching

So I bind myself

Cry to myself

And wish myself

Another year to

Grow

Bear with me

Or I’ll pride myself with vanity (or)

The value of my silence just to calibrate

Delusions I can calculate; they wring me

For who I am

For who I am

The wandering, aching, coward

The selfish, loveless horror

I’m of fragility, sheltered from

The kindness of the world

For who I am

The wandering, aching, coward

The paralyzing horror

Of my love to all the aching

So I bind myself

Cry to myself

And wish myself

Another year to

Grow with my emotions

Will I grow