I am here but I am gone,
Waiting for new time to dawn.
One without so many cares,
One with less burdens to bear.
I am here but I am not,
A memory of what I was taught.
Like a faded withered tree,
Only a figment of what use to be.
Will I grow to be complete?
Will this path lead my feet?
Will I turn the other way?
I do not think that you will stay?
I am here but I am dead,
My heart, it has no time to mend.
Can not deny mistakes I’ve made.
Or the cost of my charades.
The guilt it presses on my heart,
I have no wisdom to impart.
I should be older, wiser now,
But I got lost, I don’t know how.
-Clary
Sarcastically Cynical 