Today I ache,
I want to pull the covers over my head,
And lay here alone,
Wallowing in pity,
Selfishly holding onto my pride,
I want to hide,
From my life,
And my family,
I desire nothing but my own selfishness,
Today I know that You could use me,
But I can't see past what I want,
Why would You want me?
Copyright ©2001-2019 Richard Shane Reinert.