The wounded me wants to hug you
The wounded me wants to hold you
I am so confused why I care about you
And the adult must love myself

The wounded me is crying
The wounded me was dieing
Trying to fill an awful void
But the adult must love myself

A little boy behind the garage
A little boy standing by the flowers
All alone and hiding- afraid of Mom and Dad
But the adult came and held him

The little boy needed love
The little boy needs love
He grasps, manipulates, is lonely
But the adult must love myself

He tries to make new friends
He tries to buy new friends
He invites them to come and share
But pushes them away with neediness

He cannot get what he must have
No one can give what he must have
He calls out, How much longer, God?!
The pain is too much to bear

A little boy is crying
A little boy is drying
He withers up and dies for lack of love
But the adult must love myself

"Cynical Divorcees Association"
"Women: experience the emptiness"
All borne of pain, it comes again
But the adult must love myself

The little boy behind the garage
The adult who picked him up
The boy cried, awash in love
And the adult who loved him was him.

Written 8/8/2007 by C. Meton