The Way.
You were the way.
You promised salvation
You couldn't deliver.
Murder your faux martyrdom,
and cookie cutter family.
You hate me now because I couldn't fit,
But you didn't even try.
Compromise was never an option.
You were the way,
and you left me.
What am I to do now?
Copyright © Lisa Barton | Year Posted 2008
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