When loving so many with a heart of gold. You play yourself into oblivion. Destruction as dynamite, explosion after explosion goes off. One you love as though you are a children. Another you love as an ex feeling with fear surrounding your heart. The third you loved freely until the balls and chains flew up and tied your heart down as the child inside you is bond and gagged. A life full of lies flying from every direction until, slapped in the face, beat to the ground and here we are again. Beaten, lied to, and destroyed as you once were. You start to accept, then bow. You start to waiver and cry from the pain of the spikes stabbed through your wings holding you down.
It waivers and dance.
It flows and destroys with its beauty.
It is me!
I shock, fly, shot and destroy as I walk the lines of insanity.
With the mask I wear,
I try to hide my anger.
Anger too harsh to show the world!
The anger at my mother for holding me too close,
Here I stand,
to the unfocused eye.
My husband walks to me,
he strolls in and stands behind me,
Here I stand dusty, but new.
They walk by as though I am only glass and see threw.
My heart yells for them to see me.
When they enter,