Doubtful
"Oh, woe is me", she cries again.
Not caring of the carnage left behind.
The utter destruction she so kindly bequeathed her loved ones.
Selfish, self absorbed, oblivious
That is she.
Selfless, giving, forgiving, patient;
There lies the rest of the world.
Everywhere she went,
Like a shattered glass, peices lay everywhere; shiney and jagged
Carefully, the ones around her dilegently tip toe around the remains; broken, sharp.
Ever so careful
Ever so fearful
Ever so doubtful
Doubtful that she would ever change.
Copyright © Bm Bm | Year Posted 2014
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