Inside-Out

I stare deep inside,
Sorting through all my pride.
Trying to figure out,
Why I’m troubled with this doubt.
Trying to bring some order,
That I might finally be able to shut the door.
I look deeper trying to find,
What it is that I’m trying to hide.
Why am I holding back,
Why haven’t I come out in a full-blown attack?
Why am I allowing myself to believe these lies,
That have totally blinded my eyes?
Its getting harder and harder to see,
I want the light to come back to me!
I must swallow my pride,
And look to my bride.
I need some help to decide,
What to do in this time.
My stupidity must be put aside,
If I am going to come back outside.

Chris Stamey

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