Mrs Smith
mrs smith
i have to tell you
that your daughter
was not ill –
in the way you think
dear mrs smith
she did not have –
what you tell the world
guilt has made you –
build a battle line of lies
a trench system
of repressed guilt inside
oh mrs smith
i have to tell you
that you are not telling the truth
not to yourself
or anyone else
mrs smith
the damage is quite large
the outlook is bleak
when will you face yourself
what is the pain of which you never speak
More poems and writing at
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/
James Garratt – April 2006
