The Bed I'Ve Made. - Poem by Sandra jacks
It's been six months since they saw me last,
they'll say I've changed,
I'm not distant...
But I'm very far away,
feeling like a juggler,
with all the different faces I'll play....
judgement of my every move,
can not even hope for the best,
yes they'll be happy..
but will I?
When I see them they will cry and I will...
Smile in my heart you see,
lately emotions are a stranger to me.
I made my bed,
now I have to lie in it,
no not lay but lie in it....
the one thing I hate,
I suppose this is just another smile from fate,
saying hello like an old friend,
now I'm the one that must....
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