I am caring and sensitive.
I wonder what the future will be.
I hear laughter in the distance.
I see clock hands going faster and faster.
I want time to come back.
I am caring and sensitive.
I pretend to be someone I am not.
I feel like I am burdening others.
I touch total darkness.
I worry that I will lose my family.
I cry now that I have made a mistake.
I am caring and sensitive.
I understand that I can`t bring people back.
I say that things will change happily.
I dream about happiness.
I try to make the best of it.
I am caring and sensitive.
By Marjorie Armstrong
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