There's nothing thereno 'thing'and no oneshe therefore hasno stringsshe's freebut are you really freewith no-where to goand no-one to know?she can go ..
Why don't you see meI'm herebut you don't lookWhy don't you see meinstead of the personyou want me to beWhy don't you see mewhy pretendI'm someone els..
I have visions of the womanI longed to beher expression is strongshe intimidates meher hair is the way Ialways wanted it to beshort and curlyas it is ..
The pain in her shouldersfrom blaming herselfthat her breastsdivertyour attentionThe pressure in her backfrom not standing tallso that youweren't made..
I was taught that lying was badbut I learned to be very good at it,for when asked if all is okayI say 'yes thanks'and that'sthe end of itJe mensOui c'..