Whirling

Whirling through this darkened dream,
I spin and spin on this very last seem.
As my life is becoming out of control,
Love has made me pay this toll.

To my heart I need the key,
So people could truly see me for me.
Maybe If now I could only Find her,
And then maybe I can become more than a murmur.

Trapped inside my self I am,
wanting to get out, not knowing if i can.
All because I cannot deal,
and don't know if I will ever heal.

Dazed and confused I sit alone,
Although none of my emotions will ever be shown.
I cry myself to sleep at night,
And hope someday my heart mite be OK, just mite.

Whirling through this darkened dream,
I spin and spin on this very last seem.
As my life is becoming out of control,
Love has made me pay this toll.