Steph,
This condition is just some big bum rap
I'm tired of all the looks, the stares, the endless glares
I'm tired of the life that this condition ensnares
I'm tired of feeling like I should be living
Instead of passing time, never taking, only giving
I'm tired of trying to feel attractive
Even the dogs see me as defective
I'm tired of trying to make conversation and smile
When my whole life is spent like a prisoner in exile
I'm so tired of being bloody me
Won't someone put me out of my misery.
Sorry guys, I had a bit too much red wine (hic)
Arun
http://groups.msn.com/BodyOdorSupport/poetrystories.msnw
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