So Here's A Poem Instead
I'm In No Mood
To Reflect Or Discuss
My Inner Being.
Tired I Become of
This Constant Struggle
to Explain.
Run to Me
For I Appear To Have All the Answers
Past, I Had No one to Run to.
Present,Ive No Idea Where I'm Running.
Tired Ive Become of This Game of Cat & Mouse
Dollar value inflating, Just Like
Your Ego
I'm Not Some Stock To Be Handled and Analyzed
Whatever happened to the
Inner Space of Me
Intelligence.Honor.Morals.Ideas
Just Mere Words of My Pathetic
Personality. I am Nothing
Just a Mere Object In this World of Greed For Materials and Beauty.
I Used to Remember A Good Person
Her Name
Was
Sarah.