Time has passed and I’ve grown up,

Signaling an end to this nightmare.

Maybe, one day, I will be able to move,

If not by choice, then because it’s my destiny.

At this time, there is no feeling available to me,

I beared this burden all alone.

While you hold on to nothing that is pure and clear,

Disconnected people desperately ignore.

Any sort of compromise, it is just forced sacrifice…

Through all of your feeble attempts to be something you are not,

You miss my reaction, or did it just not register?

Friends can be very petty; from the other side,

They do not care about my pain…

You try making me feel like a worthless disgrace.

Yet you really are not so smart.

But if you will listen, for once, to what will happen,

That if you do not stop looking at something sorrowful,

There will be no point in asking for anything…

Still, Yvonne is tough; she will work through this,

As she teaches everyone watching how to survive.

The torture was crossed,

As I toured through this city of sorrow.

And I have traveled a long way;

In a state of mental clarity, I monitor the situation,

And I am suspicious…

Were you just here to amuse us,

With your own reflection?

 

~Yvonne Renee Moore