To taunt, to tease, to abuse?
Does it make you feel better,
To make me feel so used...
Excuse me for the outburst,And for lashing out.
I guess you're all thinking--
What the hell is that about?
I wish I could tell you--
What lies behind my eyes.
Perhaps if I told you,
It wouldn't come as a surprise.
Perhaps these scars--
Have saved me from my vanity.
Perhaps these secrets--
Have kept me from my sanity.
So tell me who's strong enough,
To release them from me?
Tell me who's strong enough--
To love the darkest part of me?
LaTasha B. (LB)
© 2014
