Rocky Road
Frustration hits me like a tsunami Tearing into the roots of my life Ripping through my morals I turn into someone I don't know. A liar, a bitch, a slut All things I'm thought of as. All parts of me All things which I'd like no one to see. I know not the way I speak I know not of my naivete I know not of my innocence I know not of the truthe I do not know anything anymore. My brain and soul have been vacumed Everything has been lost. I have to reinvent myself all over again, Like Frankenstein, I awake from a long sleep. Renewed? No, Removed. I distance myself from all things painfull Fearing for the last vestiges of ME. I cry foir the hurt I cause I scream for the torture I've recieved, I moan with the pleasure of false release. If love were Ice Cream, It would be Rocky Road. Dark, smooth, Lumps of asphalt with the occasional sweet swirl.I'm worried about the ending. Maybe it should be a seperate little poem? Not sure. Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 16 2002 05:08 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Frustration hits me like a tsunami..."