I don’t care what they say
So long as that I know that what I’m doing’s for me
No one else…

…Don’t even try
I know who you are
You are a stranger I may have called “daddy”

A poem of saddness,

A poem of pain held within.

Fifth chapter, enjoy!

A poem about the lack of confidence I felt when saying those three words for the first time.

The crucification of our Lord and Savior.

Even though you love him, you will never be able to “live happily ever after” if you try to keep up with a cheat.

Smarting by real and perceived slights.