It seems my missed carriage comes
From my inability to form deep relationships
I often admit when I’m lacking particular experiences
But I get ignored by the others intentions
Their actions penetrate every nerve of my skin
And I can’t conceive the notion of giving them up just yet
It seems my miscarriage comes
From my inability to care
I often wish I could truly understand
But I resent having to combat this double standard
Their assumptions have shaped my outlook on sin
And I can’t conceive how so many take this life for granted
It seems my missed carriage comes
From my inability to take a stand
I often admit how fearful I am of the confrontation
But I can’t help to think I should do something
Their words upset me
And I can’t conceive why I should go through with it
It seems my miscarriage comes
From my inability to be who I truly am
I often admit I’m an individual of unique circumstance
But I get pushed aside due to personality
And I can’t conceive compromising me
It seems my missed carriage comes
From my inability to search within
I often admit I’m afraid of what exists
But I know it’s trivial to how I live
And I can’t conceive not knowing who I am
It seems my miscarriage comes
From my inability to not care what others think of me
I often admit I suffer silently from loneliness
But I see the advantages to not having many associates
And I can’t conceive why I’ve been outcast automatically
It seems my missed carriage comes
From my inability to grasp reality
I often admit I want to see the brighter side of things
But I take full responsibility for how life will affect me
And I can’t conceive how this is all a blessing
It seems my miscarriage comes
From my inability to not speak honestly
I often admit I forgive but can’t forget
But I humble myself before their criticism
And I can’t conceive how nor why they continue to judge me
