Frustration. Anger. Fear. Concern.

Always putting your foot in it, even when the intentions are pure.
Looking for answers, but none are forthcoming. Spreads the paranoia, increases the tensions, feeds the frustration. Leads to more questions, which leads to more silence. More silence leads to more worry.

End up speaking too much, asking too many questions, widening that hole.
Feeling wrong, even if you may be right. Thinking the worst, fearing the emptiness.
Wanting to shut up, but cant quite manage it, needing the answers.

Never wanting to be disrespectful of wishes, but needing something in return.

Striving to make amends, to retain the balance, to return the equilibrium. Wanting more than ever to keep what youve got.

Desperately concerned, desperate to hang on, desperate to be wanted again.

Its only through fear and concern, but I cant seem to shut up.

Longing so much for the smiles and the touch. To retain them both, keep them going, and take them with me all the time. Desired the way I desire. Pleased the way I want to please. Enjoyed and to enjoy.

Say sorry to myself as well as others, to just be given the chance to make the world around me smile.