Bare

Posted on August 23, 2012

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Had a bad few
months, she’s had
Lost her way
just a tad
Ideas were in
her mind
But in steps
fate to be unkind

She lays her
soul bare
For all who’d
listen or who’d care
But on deaf ears
these do fall
Always have
and always will

She’s accused of
never talking
Whilst others around
continue squawking
Then when she does
they run away
What’s the point
in having her say!

She’ll no more
lay her soul to bare
What’s the point
if no-one cares
She’ll just bury
it deep
Her problems her
own forever to keep

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