The Journal of Christel Crews piece of nothing
11/10/2013 08:21 a.m.
Why is it that time and time again, all that I feel
is that I'm a piece of meat?
When I'm looking for more, in the end, I'm worth nothing
or that is how they make me feel
I dreamed a dream in time gone by...
quoting les mis here
but its true
my dreams are forever gone
the idea that someone will treat me like something of value
and something like a treasure
is just a dream
all i am, or so i've come to find, is a piece of meat
good enough for a day
but not good enough to keep
chew me up and spit me out -
apparently that's all i'm good for
and i'm sick of it. I am currently Angry
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