like a picture engraved inside of you're mind, these pictures entrapped photographed inside, for one word of anger to drive you away, to the cliff for which there is no escape, take off the exterior this facade you show, this illusion illustrious in means and principles, you do a damned good job of living a lie, until the anger becomes invincible a spring of why, nothing goes right it is always wrong, you think so many of us owe you a word, whether kind or material let the sleeping beast lie, dormant forever in the dormatories of you're mind, see no evil speak no evil feel no evil NO!! you want to be angry lash out strike out, life isn't fair save you're tears hidden, save you're fears you are forgiven, but NOT forgotten friendship undermined; with a kiss of the lips a curvature trip, I leave you standing bitch! you Are pushed aside...... copyright 2003 The PooRe PoeT 3-5-2003 to S.W.