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Me As we grow older
things seem to become plain
the waves of burning ash
and fuel of jealously sweep over me
fast, so fast.
People show their true colours
the ears beneath their hair pop out
faster then lucifer himself.
Maybe I take it too far
or perhaps not
My feelings of betrayal,
hurt, meanness, loss
take its toll on me
People have no idea when they
say hurtful things how they
affect another person.
Does friendship and family mean
nothing to you people?
Ten years of friendship gone,
swept away by your blindness
your jealously.
Here I sit
A woman
A wife and mother
with no real ties to the people I
become to believe my friends.
At twenty-seven years
I have my husband
and daughter with no one else
to believe in.
Shameful.
sbriere
Jul. 25/10
