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I can now see some of
you in me,
Most of your nature your
sensitivity.
The way you see with a
critical eye,
The cynical way you go
through life.
A lot of my ways have
rubbed off on you,
Of our friends? Perhaps
one or two.
But we’ve both lost our
closest friends
And from that time it’s
been hard to mend.
There are times we feel
so hard done by,
With head in hands we
sit and cry,
As life for us has not
always been kind,
As the introvert lives
on in our mind.
There are times we’re
both so weak
And feel the future
could be so bleak.
Whatever life decides to
throw,
Can sometimes feel like
physical blows.
The way you please
everyone else,
Have little time for
yourself.
I know at times it’s
hard to trust,
As we’ve been let down
far too much.
No different from me
when I was young,
Sat there quiet-cats’
got my tongue.
Crowds of people never a
safe bet,
Preferred an early night
instead.
We must let go of the
past, be optimistic.
I often wonder, what
makes us tick?
Accept life’s’ fate on
the chin
And rid this dark
monster deep within.
Linda
13th May 1998