My troubles are like the tide, always coming and going, some stay at sea whilst others creep back to me.
These I worry about, if they refuse to stay buried, they must be trying to talk to me.
I walk into the water, trying to set them free, but alas they keep coming back to me.
I knew they would, they always do.
Insecurities become the friends I never knew.
It took just one little seed to be planted, for them all to grow, trust was broken, the rest just followed.
Now I spend my days worrying, are these fact or just fiction, are my fears real or have I just an over active imagination.
I wish you were still here, I could talk to you, you made everything go away.
Yet now I even wonder where you just another part of my over active brain........
