Unfair
By MR aka Naila Moon
All rights reserved
June 2015
I am a mess of flesh,
supposedly written
before I had the chance
to decide.
Unfair it seems.
I am riddled with dreams
of the past
but not
of the future.
They haunt me
and I do not
sleep.
Unfair it seems.
What am I to do?
Drugs.
Therapy.
Anxiety.
Depression.
Unfair it seems.
Yet, here I sit
with it all.
Waiting for
the next step
to happiness again.
Unfair it seems.
