For Your Viewing Pleasure - Poem by Mary Nagy
For your viewing pleasure I'd like to bare my soul.
I feel compelled to tell you all just why I don't feel whole.
Life's like a twisted game where nobody can win.
The rules are all forgotten and nothing is a sin.
For your viewing pleasure I'd like to sit and cry.
You'll see the pain I'm feeling but you'll never ask me why.
You're watching my destruction from your comfy front row seat.
You'll never have to help me... because we'll never meet.
For your viewing pleasure I must expose my fears.
I'll tell you what still torments me even after all the years.
I hope it entertains you while I trudge through all my sorrow.
Stay tuned......there's bound to be more pain lined up for me tomorrow.
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