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Recognizing yourself in the lines of an idea…

A sad and so personal idea

That should not be something a young lady can relate to

About being unhappy when all think the opposite is true

Ashlee and Smokey the embodiment of me?

How can it be so simple?

Like the light switching on

Or the coming of a new dawn…

I cannot accept this truth for long

Living a façade and seeming strong

While in my head and deep down inside

The only active verb is ‘cry’

I cannot keep on with this lamenting song

I should just accept that something is wrong

Can it be fixed without me

When it’s rooted within?

Will I fight for long, while patience grows thin?

It’s not so easy to, when you bleed beneath your skin.

You can’t just keep bearing with a grin…

Otherwise you become the lines of an idea

The words of a timed tune

I just hope I find Home soon

before it’s too late and the track of my tears show the world my fears of having no one to walk with, after the show and in later years.

written 14-Sept-09