Don't Hear, Don't Fear

Day after day I see them, Day after day I fear them. Maybe I don’t have what it takes. I wish I couldn’t hear them, I wish I wouldn’t fear them. I feel that I am needed no more, That I am just a book in a dusty corner. When I have no purpose, why am I even here? Am I being defined? Why do they stare? If I was gone, would anyone even care, For it’s a mystery that I would be where. As once I am gone there’s no coming back, Should I go away or stay like an empty rack? Today’s a new day, Don’t know how many more I have to stay . So why can’t I push the thoughts away, And off with the things I hear everyday. They might not know, They might not understand. But this is my time now, And I must take a stand. Maybe there’s hope and, Maybe someone cares, Maybe I can climb up a rope, In this world that I mope.