How strange life is...so cruel and so wonderful.

                            I steal moments that really should belong to me,

                            Making excuses for taking what is really mine.

                            I worry about upsetting the balance of someone's life

                           While secretly cursing fate's impetuous blunders.

                            I convince myself that I cry out of joy

                           Masking tears of regret for what I don't have

                           And jealousy for someone else's good fortune.

                           These feelings seem so alien to me, everyone's perfect girl,

                           Whose lips never touched harsh words,

                           Whose heart never harbored cruel feelings.

                           Now, as I eagerly grasp all that I can,

                           Sucking on the bones of someone else's love,

                           I wonder who I am and what I will become,

                           But I go on, stumbling blindly, racing

                           Towards ill-gotten happiness.

                           ©1997 Gail Von Schlichting

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