Poke Through the Paper

I know I've made some enemies.

I know I don't get along well with other women.

I know I get along too well with men.

All I know how to do about it is to poke through the paper.

Some may say things about me they shouldn't.

Some may try to contact me thinking something lewd.

Not everyone is like that.

Not everyone is sexually attracted to me.

I know that.

All I know how to do about it is to poke through the paper.

Reality and what's in my head seems to blur.

I don't always understand a person's motives.

I want to be kind.

I want to be friends.

However, I don't want to be taken advantage of.

All I know how to do about it is to poke through the paper.

Some relationships end in fights.

Some relationships end with me drifting away.

I don't know how to deal with people well.

I still like people though.

I still refuse to believe everyone is awful.

There's still hope with all of this.

All I know how to do about it is to poke through the paper.

I'm always being taken advantage of.

I'm the one who gets stuck feeling guilty.

I don't understand this concept.

Maybe I'm too kind.

Maybe I'm too enabling.

All I know how to do about it is to poke through the paper.

I try very hard not to say an unkind word to or about anyone.

I try very hard to do kind things for everyone.

Someone always wants something from me.

Just because I have a car,

Just because I have a home,

Someone always wants something from me.

All I know how to do about it is to poke through the paper.

The thing is,

I have hope.

Maybe I shouldn't.

However, I've been taught to.

I always want to see the good in others.

This always gets me into trouble.

All I know how to do about it is to poke through the paper.

All I know how to do about it is to poke through the paper.

All I know how to do about it is to poke my head out.

All I know how to do about it is to shine on through.