Battles

Why do you sit there 
with your lonely stare
Why is it so rare 
For you to care
Why are these tares
So hard to repair
So scared of unreal damage 
That you allowed it managed
 your entire imagine 
Can your eyes see the unreal damage that you allow to manage 
You cried for me 
So long ago 
So long ago
 Only I tried to help
Now your scared
And I am faced alone
 Mourn now your unreal damage we created inside of me
We wear that fear
only to bare the rare sight of wat once was me.
Janice Cook