The Funeral

As the tears fall stroll down my cheek there's nothing I can do but weep.

I used to think I could fix my life but I must admit you were right.

As I look up at your picture on the wall,

I find it hard not to imagine you're just across the hall.

I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused,

Sorry beyond all reason, but that doesn't matter I'm to lost.

As the tears tumble across my face,

I take the walk to my place.

As I look up to the congregation all I can say,

"Don't we all just wish there was another way?"

As they make their way toward me and say their sorry for my lost,

I look at them, a look of hatred and frost.

As they turn away slowly I say loud enough for them to hear,

"All my life I've lived in fear."

As the turn back to me I continue my speech,

"Of all the people who pulled their hands back when outward I would reach.

I've lived in fear all my life

Now is the time you want to ease my strife?

I don't want any pity; I don't want any talks,

I would appreciate it if there were no balks.

You never really noticed me never acknowledge my presence

But it doesn't matter none of you are even remotely close to being my distant

acquaintance."

With one last shout

I turned and walked out