If I open the door, to let you in
would you be here, to hurt me?
would you be here, to be a part of me?
Everything and everyone
who is a part of me
part of my existence
is an extension of who I am
But sometimes things happen
without cause, without warning
and one of those extensions becomes lost
or ripped away
My fault I guess
my honesty and morals
A part of my being
Wasn't accepted
Wasn't concept-ed
to be lost to the evil
that wants to disrupt
my existence
my extensions
my life
i will no longer be subject to the evil one....
Written by My Dear Mother,who knew exactly how I felt and put it into words for me.
