• As I listen to people tell me today in my youth group
    that they would like to get to know me
    I believe firmly in my mind that what they say is a falsehood.
    It was often a falsehood in my life after all.
    I knocked at thier doors, and they opened it up just a crack.
    I would hear loud music and laughter through the crack.
    And they would all say the same thing, that they would talk to me later
    and then shut the door on me leaving me outside in the cold.
    I decided perhaps that I needed to make myself available so I opened my door
    but all that came instead were the robbers of time, who stole my heart, soul, and tears.
    And as I walked closer to a cliff, a gaurd-rail appeared to stop me.
    I continued to try and go over it, but then I stop, scared of what death is.
    I then was sent to a hospital, took therapy and medicine.
    And while I finally got off the road of recovery, I still have problems being accepted by people due to the masks we all wear....
    And the soul thieves are knocking at my door again...