Shuttling between foster homes
life shaped me
to who I am,
while love and hypocrisy
played hide and seek
I drowned my real self.
Now I stand
on the road's end
looking for directions,
while passers by
stare at me
asking each other,
'Lost sanity, isn't she?'
I look on
baleful eyes
silent and wondering:
if life gave me choices,
where would I stand?
'
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 10:17 PM UTC
Shuttling between foster homes
life shaped me
to who I am,
while love and hypocrisy
played hide and seek
I drowned my real self.
Now I stand
on the road's end
looking for directions,
while passers by
stare at me
asking each other,
'Lost sanity, isn't she?'
I look on
baleful eyes
silent and wondering:
if life gave me choices,
where would I stand?
'
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