How can you make me feel the worst I
have ever felt in my life and be the
same person that makes me feel
as though I own the world?
They might be some I might give my
life for but none I would live my life for.
My life is mine alone and I shall live
it in my own way and on my own terms.
I acknowledge that at times I will be
in error, so be it... for that is life.
People keep tellin' me how good I look.
Why is it I feel so bad inside. Perhaps
it's the manifestation of some
of my past deeds.
Booze and liquor and woman and
drugs and kids...something is not right
about that mix. If that is true and it is...
why do so many do it?
Joe Fazio (best of)
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-love-and-others-matters/
