when can i
have my pride
when can i
stop trying to hide
when will you
please come through
when will you
care for me too
trust i seek
i am weak
trust i seek
it makes me shriek
i pretend
to have friends
i pretend
again and again
it’s over for me
can’t you see
it’s over for me
please shoot me
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 