endless gut wrenching torment,
hopeless heartache and pain,
and never having belief in myself.
not knowing that i'm wealthy,
not just in money,
honey, that's hard.
scarred from never being in love
and always pretending that i am.
ramming my heart into the hands of a
man that doesn't kow what to do with it.
i'm through with it for awhile,
it's time to pile on my esteem,
and team up with my mind to make
things right.
insight are the joys to come but the
past plays over and over in my mind.
finding my getaway in other things besides him.
i'm not stepping out on whims anymore.
i'm kicking his ass and those Tims
out my door.
no longer a whore and slave for this love.
i've risen above all this mess.
stressless, still young but not restless.