Books are food for the mind. Poetry is food for the soul.

As I walk along this Earth,
I wonder if anyone sees me,
or if they see my mask.
My mask shields me,
heals me,
protects me from harm,
because all I ever hear are bitter-sweet goodbyes.

As I analyze my past,
I wonder if people want me,
or want what they see.
Forever I have lost love
over such a retched act
and all I ever hear are bitter-sweet goodbyes.

As I puzzle over the present,
I wonder if someone needs me,
or if I just need me,
or if I just need them.
Someone to guide me when I am lost,
help me when I am weak,
and love me when all else sends hatred.
But all I ever hear are bitter-sweet goodbyes.

As I dream about the future, I wonder if I try too hard,
or not hard enough.
I have conquered tears and fears to reach my goals
but have I really succeeded?
For all I ever hear are bitter-sweet goodbyes.