Top of my World

Top of my World!

I am on top. Can't get off.

Everyone keeps pushing me up there.

Its not that I am ungrateful but it is that I want to see the underneath.

Why am I on top when all I am is scabs.

Scabs that are oozing from the inside and out.

I can't say all the right things at the right time.

But, I am only human with lungs and body but I can do one thing which is fight.

I can fight for what it right.

I could push others under, but people keep trying to drown me all I can do is simple nothing.

I am not strong. They say I am too nice.

They don't even realize how they pick at my scabs.

They say I am always in the clouds.

But, they don't even realize that I only want one person in this world but even he hates me.

I am still only but top of my world because all my world consists of is me and my man.

My man is invisible, he may not even live.

I am searching for that perfect man.

Yes I may be stopping on you, but I am truly only waiting for you to break me heart, so that I can search, for him.

In my world I can see all the way from the top where I sit.

The top of my world is a cirlce of hate.

Crowning all humanity!