Through the Trees
The past now seems so dark,
Like murky water it’s hard to see.
It clearly shows where I’ve left my mark,
They all moan, “why did you leave me”.
I wish I had an answer that would make them happy,
But all I can say is that I had to get away.
To me that answer seems so crappy.
I just wanted a quiet place for my head to lay.
There is nothing I can do to fix any of it.
I wish they would stop looking at me like that,
When I tell them this they throw angry little fits.
I scurried off that sinking ship like a dirty rat.
I have no balm to help there wounds heal.
This makes them think I ignore their pleas,
And that I shut out all of their appeals.
I just think they can’t see the forest through the trees.