I would like to make this plain, I don’t want to make it rude
But when talking of the small talk, well, I’m just not in the mood
I have absolutely nothing against your personality
But I wish that just for once you would not sit by me.
I am trying very hard to stop the sense of panic
As the noise it gets much louder and the scene becomes quite manic
And I think I’ve got it sorted as I focus on a thread
Examining the strands as they dance inside my head
But you sit yourself beside me and though it’s not appealing
I do not wish to hurt, do not wish to harm your feelings
So I dig my fingers tightly and hope you aren’t aware
That I now feel rather trapped and your words become a lair
The sights and sounds that I had tried to block out and ignore
Are now returning tenfold since you do not know the score
I don’t think I’ll ever tell you, since I know you mean no harm
It is not your fault I crave for a gentle sea of calm
But if you ever read this, I hope you will take note
If you see me staring at the floor, leave me drifting in my boat.
If only people realised and understood this. Thanks for sharing, and thanks for giving me some further insight into the mind of my beautiful boy.