Catching or Falling?

If I were to fall
Who would care?
If I shunned by all
Who would be there?

I've been pushed
I've been pulled
I tried to revive myself back
But still get smothered by the pack

I've been hurt
in more than one way
yet no one has tried to help
to keep my tears at bay

I'm there for others
the shoulder cried on
when I need the comfort
everyone's gone

No second looks
from guys I see
but what can I expect?
Who could love me?

I just need something solid,
to help me with it all,
that thing to hold on to,
to catch me when I fall.

Kimberly Piet © 2008