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Master Of A Plan

Why, oh why
Must people ALWAYS, lie?
I am one hell, of a super woman, let me tell you
Most could not imagine, all I have been through
I got lied to, and twisted and turned
On the inside,  my strength was earned
All I search, is happiness
Always a failure, never a success
Lie, lie, after poisoned lie
But yet, I still try
To find the truth, in this living hell
Why must I dwell?
Funny, how you must ask
I wear no mask
My life, is not fake
I refuse to break, I mean for God's sake
The Government itself, supposedly lied
So many nights, my soul has cried,
 I almost died
On the inside
I never asked to live with a stranger
None the less, to pass the remainder
Of, my childhood, in a damned hole
I was like a, mole, in the smack'a'mole
Childish game
I survived, just the same
The reality, they say, is ALWAYS discovered
Why, must these lies remain covered?
It makes ten whole years, I have waited
For this lie, to be translated
So, I can understand what really took place
My childhood, I can not replace
Neither, can you
Is what you say true
Or is it just another lie
Created from the fear of saying good bye
You always avoid, just leave it in the past
What if the pain, still remains, it happened so fast
From his words, I should be ashamed?
Even though, it is MY childhood his lies, simply claimed
Now, you say you never wanted me to leave
Okay, so now what am I supposed to believe?
Ten whole years down the road
You throw me, this load
Of pure, crap
Oh, snap, are you just running your trap?
I mean, you married the man
It was all his "master of a plan"
I'm sorry I label, your words a myth
The man you sleep with
Abused your little girl
Guess you prefer a rock, over a pearl
I will no longer try
To the tainted lie's, I must say good bye
I am too strong to sit and cry
At this rate, I will die
Before I get the facts, that everyone deserves
For my future, the presence serves
Now, I take care of what matters the most
So I share a toast
To all the men and women, who just like me
Fighting to break free
From the lies, that tarnished the past
We must live for US, at last

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Tony Taylor

Holy Crap Melissa!!.....there is so much in this piece that I felt it deserved a short story or novel ........there is so much pain and disillusionment in this .........that I was VERY moved by it's totality..........like you were making a very personal page from your diary available to us all........thank you for that!!.......well done friend........look forward to more.........!.........smiles.......T xx

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Melissa Caron

Thank you Tony! :) I am actually in the process of creating a short biography. They say that pain is what creates us, and basically I want the pain I felt to enable my writings to give strength to those who are presently living in such situations. I want these people to be aware that this is not the end and, if I can get through it so can they can too :)

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Christopher Correia

Hey Melissa, hope all is well with you and the little one....hey this is truly a powerful and inspirational write in every way, taking a tragic and unfortunate background and finding traction and self worth, and persevered with toughness and gaining the strength to become a worrier....love the write, keep kicking arse and taking names....cheers pal    

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Melissa Caron

hey Chris! Thank you, and same goes to you! .... Cheers :)

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