my turn to cry

I make my way 

through every day

I make lots of plans

I see myself 

as someone else

I don't know who I am

I can't ignore

who I was before

though I do my best to try

I always see

another side of me

when it's my turn to cry

it's a surprise

when I look in your eyes

and see the kindness there

I don't expect

the joy I collect

I'm always unaware

every move

describes the truth

that I cannot deny

I feel your love

I hope it's enough

when it's my turn to cry

keep me safe

I cannot wait

for peace to come my way

good or bad

or maybe it's sad

I'm sure it is here to stay

and I must mention

if you answer my questions

I'll know the reasons why

time is a thief

and I'll get no relief

when it's my turn to cry