What I see in the mirror.

What I see in the mirror makes me cry. It make me realize I am going to die, with a big head, a crooked smile and a look that makes my children cry. I realize I am not the best person for them. But I am all they have. I am all I have. Of my children, I adore each for a different reason. But for each I am scared for them. I realize the summer will be too hot for them, the winters too cold, for each, they will get something from me that will make them have problems for the rest of their lives.

But that is what is growing up does, it makes you think of every thing that could go wrong, and uncomfortable when it doesn't

My Heart

My heart has broken a thousand times, for you to be the person I loved before. My heart has made no attempt to calm the rage inside you feel with me. My heart has made no attempt to stop the thoughts in my head, the lies I have heard. I was brought up wrong, I know this, I was brought up hurtful and pathetic. I wish for things that will never come and want things that would soothe me for a moment.

But I crave for a different night, under a different moon. That is when I would win you back. That is when I would remember how my heart beats.