Barely a life in which I was born

Looking back it was battle-torn

Conspiracies around every turn

No matter what I'd always burn

Fearful not, but I was down

Suspicious of all that was around

I'd waste my days trying to find

Why this world was so unkind

The men I loved never loved me

What I didn't have I couldn't see

And friends were never very close

They'd fade away just like a ghost

The drugs never seemed to ease

The aching feelings I'd try to appease

Memories of the things gone bad

Of all the wishes I never had

I worried about the little mistakes

And never focused on what it takes

To have a plan and see it through

When all I could think about was you

Whispers beckoning and shouting calls

Flying high awaiting the falls

Bruised and battered I soldiered ahead

Somedays I couldn't even leave my bed

I figured that in future days

I would receive all that pays

Maybe my life would balance out

"It will get better",  I had no doubt

Yet everything is still the same

I'm still playing this f***** up game

I try my best doing all I can

Searching for my greatest fan

Alone is where I'll always be

I wish this life would set me free

 

~Yvonne Renee Moore