Late at night, I often wonder
If I'm doing right in life
Dealing with the issues
The pain and all the strife

Quiet nights are the worst for me
When my mind is allowed to roam
All my mistakes coming back to haunt me
Just not leaving me alone

Unable to visit friends often
I end up a sheltered recluse
Trying to break out of my shell
But at this rate, what's the use?

There's good things too, I won't lie
There's furries and friends I know and love
And I thank the heavens for them
Filling me with peace like a dove

It's an interesting picture that my life paints
Such extremes of bad and good
Never sure if I'm doing what I want
Or doing what I should

It would be so much easier
If I knew where I stood and who I could trust
Who my friends and allies were
And who to avoid and leave in the dust

Never works out that way, as most people know
But still I stumble on through
Weight issues, image issues, and everything else
Trying not to be blue