Monday, October 03, 2005, 10:51 PM

a prisoner's mind

these boots are NOT made for walking.

incoherent with grief;
all the insults hurled,
accusations and threats made,
all that confinement,
gives me the dreaded feeling to come home.
to be so wronged and to be reduced to worthlessness.
that's how they make it out.
I could never fathom myself saying those words to my child.
misunderstood, yet the truth cannot be told.
once again,so driven up the wall.
it came to a point where fending yourself is N.A.
cos the rents are "always right" eh?
Good love and protection,they said.
I wish I could just walk away,really.
But I know I ain't ready to grow all up yet.
how mind-wrecking.
If you could feel how I feel.