crouching down on the pavement
or on the roadside under the moon
repeating the mantra in my head
'be patient kid- it will go away soon'
I wait and I wait and I wait
for the pain to fade away
is it sad that -slowly-
I'm getting used
to living this way?
ahh leave to myself, aye?
for i've grown impatient of you
and your inability to understand
I can no longer stand
explaining, it's draining
me of everything I have