Lost and Confused Thoughts (Poetry)
So influenced, yet she claims not.
Like a daughter, and the death-wanting subculture as her mother.
So like them as she tries to scream that she's not.
I want to tell her that everything she does is for attention,
that if she'd just listen she'd realize the lies that she's feeding herself.
As the days progress she keeps pulling more souls into her growing web.
Like a never tiring black widow she spins-
her drugs and harmfulness her material,
the lost souls her caught flies.
And she never wants to talk about it,
never wants anyone to reveal what's really going on.
Underneath her almost gothic shell. . .
she's hurting. She wants everyone to think that she's so strong,
when all it is truly is a litle girl sitting in a garbage can
screaming to the world to let her out,
but pushing away every hand and burning every rope. -------------------------------------------------------