Devil

Like the devil I must fight,
This desire within,
To be wanted,
To have a friend,
That burn of lonely,
Those sighs of despair,
The moment when you find,
You are not a friend,
Or lover,
Or anything,
You just were and that’s all,
Something to pass the time,
Something to play with,
The gadget of the day,
Melancholy in self,
Desperate is not feeling,
But a state of mind,
Used is not a thing,
But a way of being,
That you don’t find out till the end…………
Never wanting to be needed,
Needing to be wanted.
FenniganT 12.23.10