Trying to be someone you aren't
Living up to the expectations of others
When all you really want is an end.
An end to all the pain.
An end to all the disappointments
That seem to be waiting down every road.
The wheel spins
And nothing seems to matter any longer.
All you see in your future is an empty chair across from
And an empty space on your bed.
This happens so much,
That you tend to wonder
If your whole life is just one big game.
Just a show for someone else to watch.
A life of sufuring and Horrific torture.
For there is nothing more fearsome
then facing the world alone
each and every day
for the rest of your meager life.
M. K. 11/27/01 AKA CatFry34 --