11/05/2006

You may think its over,

because now I am mad,

and nothing can ever again

make me feel glad.

Why do these feelings

keep swelling up inside?

It might be because

I know that you lied.

I have lost so much,

and now I have lost your trust.

Why do you feel

that hurting me is a must?

You have taken it all,

And now I am broken.

Everything you do now hurts

but I break from the words unspoken.

So what can I do

with all of this rage?

It may help if I write

just one more little page.

For you have hurt me,

yes I am sure.

But I will go on,

for I don’t want a war.

My life is not over,

and it will not be soon.

Unless I am hit by a car,

like a rabid old coon.

I will never hate life,

even though I hate you.

For I will always have the desire

to learn something new.