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| ISSUES |
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| I ain't afraid of ghosts but my thoughts really haunt me. I hate to even think because my mind just taunts me. "Do this, Do that!" My problems beat me with a bat. Overwhelmed by situations that I try to untangle, ending up in a knot still in that triangle. Confused which route should I choose? I feel as if I go in any direction, I still will lose. My family meets me at every corner, to beat me down and to destroy my dreams into little pieces. At night I wake up screaming, "Fear quit teasing, Go Away, Don't torment me today!" Fear gets stronger then I back away. "Whew" all by myself but wait thoughts rush in as I think of all the issues that I am facing. My minds starts racing and racing "RUN FOREST RUN!" I realize I must deal with this problem before my time is done. Pop can you be an example without me being trampled? Mom can you be of good use to me without the abusing, without the confusing please? Anyone out there can you be a teacher instead of a preacher? Show me love and shower my dreams and say "That's how to reach her." Or maybe there is no hope, I'll just sit in my room and let life pass me by. Afraid of the world and my decisions. Sit here and let mommy crush my visions. Allow daddy to curse me and let my thoughts make deadly incisions. Or just maybe...maybe I could move just a little harder to get unraveled, I can probably face my fear, and I might win this battle and for my family all that cursing could just turn into babble. Let them talk and talk all about me because their words now don't shock me. Now I'm ready and willing to face the future up ahead. Open the door "Ahh, Issues!Pow!" My dreams are dead. Written by: Roberta Rosa Roro Productions (c)1999. |
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