someone who loves me
read what you had to say about me
and she sighs,
for your decay inside

who is the more lonely,
me,
who enjoys a rich –
and full life
who,
is blessed with family
and caring friends

it is odd –
that you rudeness
and spitefulness
and nastiness
although only illustrated in verse
makes you popular

as a mother –
you have this rage
that your child –
has been labelled
and it is far from flattering…

i felt for you yesterday –
a bundle of nerves
and held in such emotions
i wanted to put –
my arms around you

this is to what you portray
i have never had much faith
in the things you say

i get lost –
sea of fakes
of those hung up –
strung up
and endlessly confused
those who feel –
that they have been used