Words aimed with deadly precsion,
a stare that does the same
bitterness, jealously, envy?
why does she play this spiteful game?
Each morning as I rise
to face her bullies song,
I ask myself the question
Why me....what did I do wrong?
My eyes are red from crying,
tears only I can see
My stomach sick from churning
from what she does to me
It doesn't seem to matter,
however hard I try.
My best simply isn't good enough
but she will not tell me why.
I know it may sound silly,
for such a tiny thing.
She makes me want to run and hide
when once I used to sing
I do not sleep..I can not eat
I cry each night alone
I can not face what morning brings....
Are you proud of what you've done?
My strength is gone.
Darkness closes in.
Tired...I cannot fight. But
in my heart I know I cant can't let her win
So....
I stand alone with painted smile
I hide my pain so well
no one notices, no one cares
this is my personal hell
this is very soulful....I like it think we can all relate to it at one time in our life.
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