Midnight
What is love to someone like me?
Is it artificial? Is it even real?
Or just something nice in the movies?
Or maybe it's men doing dishonorable deeds in dark rooms?
Everyone wants to be loved.
They’re yearning for it.
What if I can’t find it?
I’ll go crazy…bit by bit.
Daddy wasn’t there to show me
How a boy should love a girl.
And mama always was so stressed
She thought she knew what was best
When she left.
I’m lost…
What if this is the cost
For someone like me,
Someone who lost faith in humanity?
Or maybe God can love me
Or at least I hope,
I’ll send letters to the pope
Asking him to pray with me.
I’m not my mother or my father.
They’ve made mistakes but I’ll go farther.
I won’t live in the past
I have the future in my grasp.
I won’t be a closed door
But an open one.
And love will come
To fight for me.
These are just some thoughts at midnight
