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| Change Me By Sandra Johnson I am tired, so tired Of living this way, When no one listens To what I have to say. It is long, too long To feel this alone, To know no one cares And you are all on your own. So I hide, I hide Because no one knows why, Or even does care When I begin to cry. Streaming, just streaming Down my face are my tears, And you just look away Instead of calming my fears. I am tired, so tired Of feeling like this, So I have to change me To get back life's sweet kiss. Copyright �2002 Sandra Elizabeth Johnson |
| A Harshly Spoken Word This longing to be seen and to be heard, it all began with a harshly spoken word. Never had it happened that I needed so fiercely and as yet haven�t succeeded. To be loved for myself and taken as I am, no Mother Teresa nor Son of Sam. Just me as I am, playing an ordinary role, an overweight person with a lot of soul. Who ever decided that being fat would matter, or that being skinny would make us shatter. World records of intolerance happening now with no love to be shared anywhere, wow. How sad we have become as a race of people just trying to live in our own place. But Smith wants to beat out Jones, Roger�s just happy with his ice cream cones. It all began with a harshly spoken word that no one listened to and everyone heard. The end is coming because we are forcing it; then we'll know that no one has forgiven shit. Copyright �2002 Sandra Elizabeth Johnson |
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