I hate wishing you were

Who I wish you are.

My oh my,
How my hopes are always dashed

When I'm pining for light;
And people keep me spinning.

It's like I'm lost
In between what is real
And what is fake.

Who is genuine,
And who is full of lies.
And all I want to do is curl up

Under a blanket-
So small,
Until I disappear.

I wonder if God does that?
I'm sure it's a tall order...
But if he would
It'd be all I'd ask for.

It seems more possible than not.
And when I tuck my knees
Up to my chest...

And close my eyes tight...

It's almost like
I really can feel myself
Getting smaller.