Making me something I'm not.
Burning with all words said,
Ruining with every time we fought.
Speaking your vile words,
Rejecting my justification.
Gradually losing all pity,
Benighted to all explanations.
Forsaking my accusations,
Living in my own world now.
No one can reach out to me,
Until I figure out how.
-Emily Adams December, 2001
-Amy Lee