obscure

upon the balcony
we both had our little spiel
we shed our tears of self pity
listnened intently
while the other told their tale
got misty
and cried some more
because life just isn't fair
and I don't know what more I can do
and you're scared that you'll
be right
and the world will come crashing to your feet

all the while
we were standing there
wondering
about our growing
ghostly scares
praying
begging
oh god
don't let anything happen to us
because she's violent now
she's angry
and it seems to be at me