The holidays

Although for everyone else this is a time of joy
The holidays are no longer my friend
As I pray every day to fly away
I cannot wait for the torture of them to end

For this is the time when I am so alone
Where I sit alone on a bench in the park
And the memories of all I have said and done
Come back to me, there in the dark

Along with my tears that fall from my arms
Come the tears that are bright, that are red
Unstoppably flowing down my cold body
All this pain is going to my head

Where can I go to escape these two weeks
As I know only sadness they bring
Where do I run to escape myself
How do I stop my self crying

As I stand and I walk away from myself
Searching everywhere for a place to be free
Because I need that special place where at last
I can pull off the fake smile and be me....