Pages of Love

A lot, maybe too much, maybe more than enough

All I know is my body is tired

Of the insults and names thrown at me

Tears falling down my eyes because

The fight isn’t mine to fight

My eyes are reading nonsense

My emotions being played with

I guess my heart’s a revolving door

Because people sure do love

Walking in and out

As I’m really made of steel

Makes no sense to me

But I guess one day it will

Until then I’ll be a raging storm

Until I find my way out this dark tunnel