Composure lost

To myself

She lost it
It ran away
The day she
Decided to muck
Up and play
She lost her true self
Her old world soul
She became like a
Barbie doll
She tried to conform
Be like all norm
Only trouble was
She lost the race
She had no grace
She longed to be herself again
It's. Coming back
With slow lone ease
She never meant to tease
She looked up through her tear
To think of all wasted yesteryear
To her tree alone she looked
And saw her answer up so high
She brushed her hair from sweaty thin form brow
And went home to her salad of
Cold tuna now

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[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Make of this what you wish
Parts of me in there somewhere