For me to not be successful now,
That must mean I am scared to be successful.

I accepted the fact that she would die early,
But I have been forced to accept her dying.

So when every piece of her living existence is removed
I get that anger all over again.

Materialism at its finest.
I am scared of having nothing.

Cluttered and messy my room,
It is scared of me never getting out of this funk.

They took down the curtains today;
The ones she made by her own hands.

She always did ask me of my opinion;
On clothes, on curtains, on shoes, on a lot of things.

I fight now to be heard.
Noone seems to want to hear me.

I am not afraid of death.
When so many people are.

Does that mean I want it to happen?
I want to be famous and successful, but it includes change.

06/14/2006

Author's Note: *Archive

Posted on 05/16/2007
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