Not enough of anything

Feelings mean the world to me,

And when they're crushed,

I feel anything, but free,

Wanting to be alone and not rushed.

People are just so impatient,

When it comes to time,

Or has to become reliant,

And then they start to whine.

I feel like I get all the blame lately,

And no one feels any sympathy,

Making me want to just faint,

Never waking up and people worried for me.

It seems like there isn't enough

Of anything to go around to share,

And that leaves more than enough

Anger, pain, and deep scars to tare.

One day things will be fine,

Not worried about anything at all,

Because we will always rely

On the cheerful moments to let us have a ball.