Conflicted

Sitting on the shore
While the waves crashed in
She contemplated submerging and just giving in
Was she a bit broken?
Was she a bit scarred?
Where did she fit in?
What had left her so jarred?
She had too many scars right now
She knew why each one was caused and how
She had too many cracks right now
One touch would leave her shattered and lost
A bit too fragile given the circumstances
Some of you'll driving her to take the wrong stances
Each decision taken she second guessed
To protect herself from feeling bereft
She tried to hold on to her own sanity
To get through each one of her responsibilites
One step, two step, three step, four
What was it that she was walking down for?
Checking each off to get through her day
But what was all of this for anyway?
She looked to the skies for some resolution
Though she didn't think she would get any solution
Where was the one who could be her strong hold?
Just someone in whose arms she could fold
Nobody was there to be the person she needed
Your actions ensured your advice anymore, wouldn't be heeded
She wished to go back to the root of each problem
To have a do-over so that she could solve them
To take that poison right out of your hands
To not agree as you tried to advance
To not be dependent on your kind words
Cause they would be leaked and never reserved
To be a bit stronger in the quiet loneliness
To be a bit tougher in the empty absoluteness
But she didn't know the path to reach there yet
She might be broken for now
She might be a bit too scared.