Down and Out
by barffie
Guessing Guessing Guessing
I don’t think happiness comes to me that easily.
Maybe I’m just paranoid.
Or maybe my gut instinct is working up again.
And when it does, it’s pretty accurate.
I’m afraid to face the truth,
but I hate being kept in the dark.
If there is anything,
please don’t let me be the last to know.
I can take it, albeit I’ll be hurting.
But I can take it.