I Am
I am sick of fighting a ghost
That I cannot see
I am tired of wanting
What will never be
I am angry that
You weaken me just by your name
I am too old
To play this childish game
I am exhausted
By words you will not believe
I am amazed
You are still naive
I am scared for you
And your life
I am praying now
For your next wife
Copyright © Teresa Harr-Pena | Year Posted 2007
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