You needn't worry about little me
As I'm lying here dying
Inside
Burning slowly, Crying with denial
Wishing I could turn back time's dial
In me
I always pretend nothing could
Be noticeably wrong as it should
It's me
I don't want to see the pity
In that facade of witty
It's not me
Quit perform the role of a queen
Like it's Love and worry and between
It's not you, me
Don't act the part of loving mother
In your eyes sight of a daughter of another
It's not you, it's me
Pain your fragile tainted eyes lack sight
I might be alright
Maybe....
It's not you lying, It's me
My dearest puppeteer
Don't disappear....
February 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem