"I could a tale unfold,that would harrow up thy soul,freeze thy blood,and make each hair stand on end,like the quills of the Porpentine-so,Why yield to a suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,and make my heart knock at my ribs?"
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
I've been told I was no burden
I wanted it to be true
But many times now in my life
A burden I've been even to me too
Circumstances
They mean well I think when they say
You are not bothering me at all
Then their actions scream louder
You just have to take care of it all
Lonely
Sometimes I get so tired
Of taking care of things alone
I want to stop, just give up
Just rest until it's all gone
Pain
Then I see once more I have to be
That damn adult I've been since age four
It gets so tiring for me
But I have to go on again, once more
Anger
So here I go one more time again
Having to be the grown up I hate so much
Oh to be a child, just once in my life
Just to feel a loving touch....
Need
©Dana Price
December
2013
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