The dream had gone.
When you walked out.
I dare not look into the mirror.
For fear of seeing monsters.
Oh no, it's not me thats the monster.
It's those who have walked on me.
Used me, abused me, including myself. " maybe".
I've wondered, can you really love another?
I've always wondered is it humanly possible ?
Drugs, yes drugs were my friends. " sometimes".
Tis true, I knew they were false friends.
Just like everything, and, everyone else in my life.
Well now, I see they have locked me away.
They ask me why wasn't I happy there.
But you should of seen those dark gray walls.
They wanted me to mingle , or, play dominos.
Finally someone saved me from that hell hole.
It was Joe, the one that knew how to throw a ball.
We were married once, he just didn't like my dress.
Didn't like the way it flew up, it was all a mess he said.
I wonder who will bring me flowers when it's over?
April 17th, 2013 Monday 7:30pm
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