If You Ask Me - Poem by Alfred Pettis
Sitting here all alone, in what seems to be a house, but I don't feel at home.
So used to seeing so many faces, I just don't care whose face it is, as long as they know I'm shaking very alone.
Left out in the cold, lost with no soul, if you asked me how's my life, I would say its screwed up, but I'm sure that there is some out there who would say I lucked-up but they don't know my pain, so they can shut up.
I'm willing to tell my story of sinning, but to tell the whole truth, I never thought it would cause me so much pain.
Hopefully they understand me, I'm down and out, I have no family.
Being simple and plain, when I loook in the mirror, it always feels like nothing will ever change.
Everything would stay the same and I would be the one to blame, such a shame.
A man so smart, but he can't see his brain.
Going down while getting called lame, can you see my pain, or is it just strange.
If you ask me how I'm doing I would say, I can't feel the pain.
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