11/25/08

They say I am broken,
And they want me fixed,
But they have no idea
That all of my emotions are mixed.
I hear their laughter and stories,
While my own spirit is dead,
So many thoughts of anger and hurt
Running through my head.
They call themselves friends,
But they are never around,
For the cries of the soul,
They make no sound.
So quick to judge you
When you make a mistake,
But don't say a word
When you get a piece of life's cake.
I guess through the grief
I have learned one thing
My angel is watching
Taking me under her wing.
For it is her
Who listens to me
Even when others
Just quite don't see.