Sunday, November 6, 2011

Frustration Slowly Building

An old life ends where a new on begins
lost, trying desperately to find her place
treading softly, being careful not to step on toes
while getting walked on at every turn
frustrated, trying to make a new home.

Locked in a room, music blaring
trying to muffle the fights in the other room
turning to people that know and understand her
desperately needing some kind of connection to the past.

She speaks her heart, yet simply go unheard
aggravation, tell me again why I am here?
Can you honestly tell me that you truly hear me
or simply choose to take what I say lightly?

Wanting this new life, needing things to change
heart wrenched, confused, tears burning, threatening to fall
screaming loudly inside, aggitated for things going undone,
Can you truly not see how deeply I feel about this?

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