Sep 91
trapped! yearning to break with these bonds of conformity i scream my frustration unheard unheard and the young ones with their carefree smiles throw one my way and waltz on to the music in their blood boiling boiling and i stand alone accepted not into restless abandon nor into the harsh cold world of business i struggle to obtain and i am alone again weeping my tears for this misfit that walks the streets in circles circles that find no end and certainly no surcease from this madness in my bones that eats at my soul with razor teeth full of poison that would kill me yet and still may for i wander alone alone
© 1997 Tara Tambollio
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