A simple lass.

I feel a piece of me broke today,
Even before the little snap.
I felt a wound opening,
And between us, a gap.
You work so hard to be loved by them,
That you push away from me.
Then I become truly alone,
But without the gift of ‘free’.
I am tangled in the reactions,
That are weaved incessantly.
There is no true peace or harmony.
Just a wait and see.
I am tired of the knife edge.
I am tired of the broken glass.
I long for smooth and steady.
I find I’m just a simple lass.