Wtf.... Is Really Going On? Poem by Heather Taylor

some of the things suprise me
that people actually ask
like for me to be
their cover up mask
'take these charges for me
could you please? '

'so the bad things in my life
will come to cease? '
why doesnt he think
of what im going through
due to what i let him
teach me to do
it's only a burden knowing
how to simply cook meth
and it can only lead me
to a bitter sweet death
we went to jail
and i am responsible
but taking blame for him
will be impossible
i cannot keep living
life on the edge
and something much better
to myself i pledge
how can this man say
that he loves me so
when all he wants me to do
is take his blow?
i am so sorry harold
to end it this way
but i have got to find
a new playground in which to play