Monday, October 19, 2009


Sometimes I just want to scream.

Everyone wants a piece of me. The weight of their need pressing closer.
It's too much pressure and I can't handle it.

I just want to run away, hide from it all.
I am not enough, I will never be enough.

I feel invisible as you talk and talk, telling me your tale.
Do you see me?
Do you care?

At the very end you say: So, how are you?

Fine is my answer.
It's all I can say, all I want to say.
I wont bother to tell you what's wrong with me.
You wont hear me anyway.

I slip into oblivion and drown in my own misery.

God just help me get through this minute, this hour, this day.

But I realize that tomorrow it will start all over again.
Will it ever end?


  1. my goodness woman.... can you strike any closer to home.... my head screams these same words, yet I could not get them out... thank you for reading my mind as it echos yours...