A Half Baked Deal
I'm still half finished
I'm quite undone
While others so polished
Claim spots in the sun
The strong and the healthy
Strike out in the lead
The famous and wealthy
There's nothing they need?
Yet my needs are many
As hard as I try
To hide them from any
Who pass me by
Where do people
Like me belong
Who are too feeble
To march along?
With garbage and litter?
Tossed up on the heap
Of sour and bitter
And anything cheap?
A lonely recluse
Will that be my end?
Or could I just choose
To smile and pretend,
In order to fit
In somebody's sceme?
I'm chomping my bit,
I try not to scream.
Is there a place
For someone like me,
Too tired to chase,
Too frozen to flee?
For there is a critic
inside of my head
who constantly torments
and tells me I'm dead
The message is dreadful
I say it's a lie
I choose to be hopeful,
for dreams never die
� 2004 Anne Maarit Ghan
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