Me Myself and Him

Me Myself and Him

A Poem by Sarah Wood

I run

I shout

I still play games

I don’t do it for myself

I do it for him

I don’t have a lover boy; no

I have a father who is always there

I never give him enough credit

I see in his eyes he only wants me to do what he didn’t

I don’t know what to do

I am always angry

I scream and fight

I really do love him

I feel so sad

I need to find myself first

I am lost

I have no where to go, or do I?

I need answers

I ran

© 2010 Sarah Wood


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Sarah Wood
Sarah Wood

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