yet a dream still borne
you can't move forward
so full of scorn.
Making up lies
playing pretend
because you can't let the drama
come to an end.
Knowing all I want
is actions to cease
to stop being attacked
rest at peace.
But I can't have that
you've made sure
betraying, conning,
passing off as pure.
Yet I feel sick inside for you
how twisted your soul
must be mangled
losing all control.
And your heart
now made of ice
does it remember
how to play nice?
So I'm moving on
as I realize there's no hope
for those who'd relish in misery
rather than cope.
But as the better person
I have a wish that resides
from deep down within me
I hold it inside.
For you to find clarity
not be clouded by hate
so when judgment day comes
it won't be too late.
For you to find happiness
maybe some class
and move on with your lives
is all that I ask.
With that said
let my mind be cleared
of all the distortion
I hope you'll be spared.
Now from here on in
I live for me
and the true friends I love
found, finally.
(c)Mary Irene Cousino
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