Putty in Their Hands (Originally Untitled) – Written April 2005 (Aged 30)

Putty in Their Hands

they reach out to me
they see me for who i am
i am not a tower of strength
just well meaning putty in their hands
i would like to walk tall
but all this is a foreign land
i walk down corridors
and stumble down the stairs
with distant memories
of long auburn hair

they reach out to me
just a couple of pain junkies
sharing one more fix
a one trick pony
who has run out of tricks
i am feeling so lonely
they reach out to me
they see me for who i am
i am not a tower of strength
just putty in their well meaning hands