This will be a collection of the ravings of my lunatic mind. The first one's dedicated to my high school "friends": TC, Lee, and The Fisher's Of Men. I'll add more ravings later.
Life In A Box--A Big Ball Of Wrong
GOING THROUGH THE BOXES OF MY LIFE
THERE'S ALOT I DON'T REMEMBER.
THERE'S ALOT I'LL NEVER FORGET.
THERE'S ENOUGH TO MAKE A STRANGE BOOK
UP TO THIS POINT.
READING THE JOURNALS, THE POEMS,
THE LETTERS TO AND FROM
I WAS PERPETUALLY SUICIDAL
WITH GLIMMERS OF HAPPINESS
HERE AND THERE.
PEOPLE EITHER HATED ME
OR LOVED ME
AND I WAS CONTINUALLY
ABANDONED BY THOSE WHO SAID
THEY CARED.
NOW, COMING BACK FROM
THE BRINK OF INSANITY,
I DEBATE WHETHER TO CONTACT THEM AGAIN
AND, IF SO, WHAT DO I SAY?
ACT LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED?
HOW CAN PEOPLE
WHO SWORE THEIR LOVE
TURN THEIR BACKS ON ME
WHEN I STEPPED OFF
THEIR PEDESTAL?
I HAD NIGHTMARES LAST NIGHT
OF MY BATTERED LIFE.
SO MUCH I DON'T REMEMBER. WAS I THERE?
SO MANY LOVED ONES TURNED ENEMY
OR JUST WALKED OUT OF MY WORLD.
THE STORY IN THE PICTURES:
I BECAME A BARBIE DOLL
THAT WAS SWALLOWED BY DESPAIR.
I STAND HERE; BUT, IT'S NOT ME IN THE MIRROR.
GEEZ, I LEFT ME TOO.
9-13-1993
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Carine A. O'Connell
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