The Devil and Me 2
Looking back to my past,
my memory is vague,
what was I like as a person?,
before I became this slave.
Hot flushes, head rushes,
flash backs dizzy spells,
yelling and screaming,
my life was a living hell.
I hate everything I am,
continuous rage,
everyone around me suffers,
because I can't deal with the days.
3 1/2 weeks now,
i'm struggle to be free,
to find the old me,
free from dependency.
I know this isn't me,
just the stage i'm in,
I've made the choice,
now it's time to dig deep.
the road 'm travelling,
I've been down before,
the devil an me,
have had a similar battle before.
M.Mahauariki © 2007
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