She walks down the street, like the world owes her something
Never content to just be
Turning the corner, she finds a problem in every sky
An emotional roller coaster ride is a tribute to the crisis she is in.
Snapping that gum, tight jeans with a wayward smile
Angry, chasing a taste of fire
Tattooed with doubts, and self loathing
Running away only to hit a brick wall
The demons of a childhood nightmare
Play upon her as if she was an instrument for their abusive song
Coffee and cigarettes’ are her motto- second nature as breathing
She will never know how special she is
She is the dog that gets kicked and goes back to lick your master
When will you stop running, face the demons and end the war
Worn out is how she feels
Beautiful and complicated
Angry and sad
Tortured by her own gift of sight
She feels like nothing and gives you back the same
Carrie Ann kawa 8 /2000
You knew her so well.
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