What do you do,
When you cannot be you?
How do you behave?
Who can you save?
Do you allow the real
Person inside to feel?

What do you do,
When you loose love too?
When the one you love
Hurts a gentle dove?
It is never easy to hide
What your mind cannot decide.

But what do you do?
Can there be anyone else who,
In all their hope,
Has failed to cope?

What can be done,
When there are none
Who truly understand?
Capable of lending a hand.

Nothing can be done
Although there is one
Who stands alone
On a floor of stone.

Okay so I don't have an explanation for this. I wrote it like really long ago and I can't remember why or when. It was just something I found folded in an envelope. Make of it what you will.