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...

2 comments:

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...

:(