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Force Fed Life!

Nothing of my purpose did I find....
my heart,

always kind.

Bitterness has been consumed,
like a broken record,
the game through and through....

I let people play their roles,
knowing the game,
My perspective,
never the same!

the part that I hate is clear to see,
it's just the choices I make for me.

I know my worth,
I've lived my life,
to me...
I was a perfect wife,

after all the 'you are supposed too's'
I find that I'm not sure what I'm gonna do: (

Life to me is attack, attack, attack,
like a leach on my back....

I think beyond my unemotional brain,
somehow...
life it wants to train.

My daughter says a prayer that touches my heart....
she will never know my world is falling apart! ! ! !

poem by JAR Poet
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