Lucky

It's easier to hide when something goes wrong
than tell someone else what's going on.
When I'm trying to understand what's real
and how I am supposed to feel.

Some feel angry, some feel hurt
Trying to please everyone never works.
It would be so nice if I just knew it all
made no mistakes, nor had to fall.

But I suppose if life were peachy
No one would be able to teach me.
I'd have no compassion, no love to give
I'd be insufferable to live with.

There are times when I think
my cup of humility is over filled
with too many feelings of fear and doubt
too many things to be mad about.

I feel too distressed to stay,
I wish I could run away...
But I can't just pack up and go
too many people need me I know

and in this world of people so lonely
I'm lucky to have someone who loves me.