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Somewhere inside me I know I’m lying to myself; lying to him and him…and her. Broken hearts aren’t worth the pain the truth would cause. You tell me I don’t understand, I can’t comprehend Asi , no se lo que se Comprehend that I am not a child, not your china doll I do not break so easily That you must hold me in a cradle Shielding me from that which I already know Never able to see the world through my own eyes But through a mirror, fragmented by your own judgment and prejudice I doubt, and that which makes me stronger Will also destroy me For out of deception comes nothing but pain The death of my soul, of my heart, my essence And all that is me A heavy price to pay for living a half-life of false happiness Already you begin to see the thorns beneath my bed of roses A serpents tongue cannot hide forever And one day you shall see The wreckage of a woman, That was once ago, Me. -WiccanWarrior 11/03/10
The Wreckage of a Woman
