Here I stand
A broken piece of woman
Made by the world
Denied by myself
Here I stand
The mere shadow of a woman
Not knowing where to go
Or where my ideas lead
Here I stand
A bareness of a woman
Wanting love but searching nowhere
Doing all the wrong things
Listening to all the wrong people
But here I stand
A reflection of me
your poems are all sad and depressed and....you really need to be happy! your totally wacked babers! whoo....man they suck!