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Who I am is nothing short of a mystery
it might be a little dramatic to say my life as been filled with nothing but pain and misery
But underneath it all... There is me
As mean as i wanna be
people inquire why
and all i can do is lie
cause that's a side of me that goes unseen
Whats hidden behind my outer shell
is nothing short of the living hell
No one ventures there but, occasionally me
and every once in a while you can see
the actual toll it takes on me
I often wonder why it happened to me
cause i know this isn't how life is suppose to be
Their suppose to be there for me
physically, mentally, and emotionally
But all i get is the occasionally
I'm here for you financially
And when you turn around again their gone and unseen
i think this is the root to my mean
well at least that's what my therapists says
"It comes from the pain, that comes from the hurt"
But then you ask who could cause such a hurt and pain
the simple reply "Mr. & Mrs. whats their name"
Its the unofficial title I've developed and composed in my brain
if i told you their real names
would you look at me the same
or would you feel you some how now understand my pain?
I don't mean to be mean
but hey what can i say
its kinda hard to be nice when you only know pain
So thank you "deserter" for deserting me
I am who I am
and that is all I'll ever be
But i don't hate you for it I swear
I've learned to love regardless of the fact that
YOU WERE NEVER THERE...
(to be continued) maybe :-)