Just Let Me Go Poem by Tom Fox

I wait, at the top of my bleachers,
Sitting alone, all alone with my thoughts.
And I just can't tell which is more painful,
The thoughts in my head or the living it now.
I can see my house from here.
It's not what I want but it's all that I've got.
The sun is above, but the breeze is so cold.
My knuckles are dry and my ears feel the chill.

I wish that the world was just given to me.
I wish that my skin was as tan as can be.
I wish that these thoughts would just leave me alone.
I wish that my house wasn't bought from a loan.
I wish that the sun would just burn off this breeze.
I wish that the world was just given to me.

Now I stand, on the roof of my building,
Tryin' to stay calm, at ease with myself.
But you just don't know what it does to my mind.
You just can't feel what I'm feeling inside.
So let me go, just let me go, oh let me go.
I wish I could just feel good about it.