Deny Me My Passion
More and more I give away,
And all without a selfish hast
For what do I see inside myself
Without those to be beside me.
I hope to help without hopes to receive,
My damaged shell resembles your wants
Rather than my needs,
What more am I to do with these
Who leave me splintered
As if l am but a disease,
Only to spread and grow with ease
I lay to thee my swollen heart
Which holds such a passion
That cannot be released,
Wals these who keep me knee deep,
Are those who try to let me stay in defeat.
Oh how they mock
And how they dance
Upon what I wish to show
Will be what I still struggle to comprehend,
But they will not stop to wonder
Why they must deny me my passion,
Only that it threatens their stance.