Ill

I was always told
To be a good girl
Never have sex on the first date
I almost did 
But I gave more than that
I was taught to be polite
But I gave more than that
Have a good job, husband, kids
But I gave more than that
Give your husband your soul
But I gave more than that
Be a girly girl
But I gave more than that
Fit in and go along with
What everyone else wants
But I gave more than that
Go to church
But I gave more than that
And now I am broken
And no more around me
Than a fan and phone
I am tense and scared
My nightmares are real
My days are filled with lonliness
No kids, no husband
No friends, removed
Thanks Mom
My 81 year old Mother
Tends for me
I'm wrapped in sickness
Medicinal smell
And a bag of diapers

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