Unhappily
You make me see
How unhappily
I am living
Being
Who you want me to be
I look at myself
And cry out for help
For fear of my existence
For fear of my presence
Now I see
Why they're away from me
It makes sense
Now I'm even more tense
Copyright © Sarah Green | Year Posted 2006
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