by, January 11th, 2012 at 05:40 AM (684 Views)
As I reflect on my life,
I ask what becomes of me?
What have I become?
Through all life has thrown at me, I always manage to end up on top.
I should have ended up an angry, bitter woman who noone dares speak too.
Instead I ended up the friendly woman who
only ends up mistreated.
Just another cross to bare.
Just another sad story for this poet.
Just another day in my life.