Never asked to be born, but appreciative I should be.
Supposedly an adult by 21, but a child they still see!
The circle of life still evades me; why exactly am I here?
Live to work, work to live, then inevitably disappear!
Materialism, clout chasing, somehow, I can see.
But not for a minute, or a second, could that never, ever be me!
About the Creator
Alaine Hay
Hesitantly optimistic, I feel my inspiration from my pain. An anxious, bipolar single mom, trying to somehow raise a well rounded teenage girl! Lol.Trying to gain wisdom through my downfalls, and spread hope through my success, despite them
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Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
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