All her dreams are made of strawberry lemonade . . .

I don't want this anymore.

I'm disappointed in so much.
I dislike the world around me so much.
I'm unhappy with a lot surrounding me.

People are a farce.
With painted masks they walk around..
like RATS in a fucking maze.
Following it in circles...
Of a game they think they should be playing.
Of a road they think they should be following.

Keep your sympathies and words of encouragement.
It was never there before.
I don't need them now.
or ever.

* * *

Kiss me goodbye
when I'm on my own
but you know that I'd rather be home...


Anonymous said...

You'd be surprised how many people care, G. Get up, dust your self off, and be the proud and beautiful woman that you are.

omissco said...