Her

I told myself

"I will never be like

her."


Out of step

Out of touch

Out of her mind.


Why does she major

on the minors?

Why so many words

that say nothing?


How did she get this way?

Was she always so miserable?

Has she

ever

been

happy?


Can't get her to stop & listen

Can't get her to see what I see

Can't get away fast enough.


My life

My rules

My

mistakes


that haunt me

and won't go away.


In the morning when I wake up

they're there.

In the night when sleep won't come

they're there.

In the moments in between

when I think I've beat them back

they're there.


And again
I hear her voice


"There, there..."