Dear Justice,

I did it because
It was the final draw
the last stroke
The last time I could be in a room
With him
And not scream.

I could not take the pain
The torment
The lack of self confidence
that I have embodied since i was 12.
Even now i still feel dirty.

I have waited till this moment
Held my breath and my tongue
Telling never did anything
Neither did dreams of annihalation
They wonder why I loathe men
Why I can see past thier hidden flaws
And why I can't get past thier sudden moves.

Oh, sweet Justice
When did your mask fall off
When did you start picking sides
Why did it have to hurt?
Don't hate me for my temper
For my kept secrets
For choosing this moment for my selfish hatred
And so i could escape my skeletons.

Sincerely,
Beth

06/25/2003

Author's Note: a dream not followed through

Posted on 06/26/2003
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