Emotional Sponge

It’s rewarding helping others...

Sometimes I just wish I could help myself.

See the way my life will go...

And not the ways of everyone else.

Read the mind of someone...

Who dearly matters to me.

Take away this unknowing blindness...

So I’m free to truly see.

It’s hard separating my feelings...

From mine and those around me.

I don’t know if I’m coming or going ?

Every mixed feeling gets stored in me.

Sometimes I wish someone would give me a squeeze.

Release all this emotion trapped within me.

So I can find my own feelings, maybe decide to take a plunge.

But for now I remain just an emotional sponge.

I listen to their words, ease their fear away.

Light the end of the tunnel, maybe bring a smile to their day.

Then when I’m alone, I sit with all within my head...

I occupy my mind with distraction until I’m tired enough for bed.

Sometimes I wish someone would give me a squeeze.

Release all this emotion trapped within me.

So I can find my own feelings, maybe decide to take a plunge.

But for now I remain just an emotional sponge.

Truth is...

I’m not like a normal man although sometimes I try to be.

When you strip away the builder, drinker, stereotype from me...

I guard a heart as fragile as glass, with a skin of imitation leather...

That tares real easy and fast, is so very difficult to stitch back together.

Sometimes I wish someone would give me a squeeze.

Release all this emotion trapped within me.

So I can find my own feelings, maybe decide to take a plunge.

But for now I remain just an emotional sponge.