Problems...

I'm sorry to all who has to listen to my words 
Sorry that most times I'm writing about hurt 
I walk the streets and people see me as cursed 
I just want to live! 
No light, I'm forever burned 
I broke down in tears yesterday, I felt so ashamed 
I'm supposed to be strong, I'm a worried dad and fail 
What do I do when they want their space 
I'm a stranger, alone, empty in a family place 
I've consumed my feelings of keeping them safe 
The three of us, have had some dark, clouded days 
But now, they seem to be on a bigger stage 
I'm left dazed, frozen in time, aching for a new Wayne 
I'm pretending that everything is ok
I'm pretending that I'm in control 
I keep telling myself today is the day
Instead I'm here writing, alone again 
I worry about,
My daughters
Money
Love
Being alone
Being happy
Friends
Not upsetting anybody
Telling the truth
Smiling
Making people laugh so they're not sad
Making people feel worthy, as I know what it feels like not to be
The list goes on
I'm just tired
I'm just tired 
So, if I've made you laugh, smile, think, be brave, speak up to people, look at things in a different perspective 
Then you would've been talking to one of, many of me
The face I put on, the costume I wear depends in the eyes within a mirrored stare 
Life,
Life seems hard
Please don't pitty me or talk to me differently 
I have problems, they're mine, and mine they shall until I'm free
Until I'm free...