Maybe

I can see it already. I'm going to fall, I know I am. Been here before; the t-shirt isn't only bought but worn and washed several times. The fumble of my lips as i try to find the words that just arent there, is not something im unfamilar with. The slow spread of goosebumps down my arms, and i wish i hadn't been so stupid. I wonder why i always have to be the assertive one. Its not a role i chose, really. Maybe one day the tables will turn and I will be looked after for once, rather than the other way around. Maybe one day i won't have to worry.