What Is Wrong With Me?

There is something wrong about me. I know there is, it just has to be. Why else would I be tortured so? Why else would I be so low? My children were ripped from arms, For fear I would do them some terrible harm. Married not once, not twice, can we say three? All were not terribly nice men to me. First husband was a mean drunk, I left him soon after as we were sunk. My second husband was a cheat, And the third thought I was his to beat. I know God really truly exists, I am just far down on his list. I have grown oh so weary Of my life just being dreary. I, for once, want to know I matter. Am tired of being torn to tatter. It just seems that I am always full of woe. Will my troubles ever really go? Will I ever be loved, really? Will I be loved as I have loved so freely?

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Aleera De La Keur

Date: 7/20/2009 2:57:00 AM

You are loved honey, it just is not easy, its a sad reality that we have had the same circumstances if you weren't 2 years older i'd think you, me and Illy were separated at birth we have so much in common.....Leerie

James Fraser

Date: 6/6/2009 2:15:00 PM

Golly Kristy, what a sad sad poem - >James

Jessica K

Date: 5/17/2009 5:29:00 PM

Very powerful........so much emotion put in this....a very sad but great poem

Edward Orozco

Date: 5/4/2009 5:36:00 PM

God has a plan, let it be unfolded unto you! Great write- eduardo