A poem by a friend

Paying the price of stubbornness

There are some lessons,
I just don't want to learn
And some tears,
I just don't want to cry
And therefore,
Sometimes,
I am simply left to yearn
Because fear,
Forces me,
To let life pass me by
As I look on,
Paralized,
Alone,
Left out in the cold,
Because,
There are just some hands,
That I can't stand to hold.