Life is an uncanny thing
A mystery ride
Scared of what the future may bring
I’m fine, she lied

The future fills her thoughts
Why does she do this?
Will she get caught?
If she leaves what would she miss?

Her mind wanders constantly
Fantasies keep her sane
Choosing to live vicariously
Through the dreams in her brain

As she downs her wine
She whispers “I’m fine”

Not all who watch the sunrise are curious about the action of day.

Some are cursed with no other alternative.

Either way, it’s a beautiful way to begin anew.

I am so sorry
I’m sorry someone loved you badly
I’m sorry someone made you feel
Worthless, alone, and abandoned

I’m sorry someone made you feel
Like a waste of space
Unworthy of time
Unworthy of attention

I’m sorry someone made you feel
Expendable, ugly, and weak
I’m sorry someone made you feel
Afraid to love again

But tell me this
How is it justified
In your twisted mind
To do the same to me?