Story

Sitting by myself;
Minding my own business.
I hear my name,
Over the loud intercom.
Wondering,
"What on earth could I possibly done now."
As I slowly walk with my head down
To the office, Where the end of my world awaits.
"Are you Rachel? Yes.
My name is Karen Roach
And I would like to ask you some questions."
I knew what you were,
But you gave me these bull crap
Answers going around who you really were.
As my betrayer sat right there,
I'm thinking,
What the Hell have you done?
Why did you run your stupid mouth?
As you interrogated me,
Like I was some criminal.
Asking me why I did this,
If you could take pictures.
When all I wanted to say was,
'Mrs. Roach you can forcibly shove your camera
and your questions.'
Your still talking but say I can go,
But there you go continuing to talk.
So I just walk out and slam the door.
Every emotion goes threw my head.
Where Stella can shove her concern,
Because I don't need it.
I never needed there sympathy,
I never needed them.
And there she is,
Just sitting there,
Like she fixed my whole world.
When all she did was make me want to run more.
I thought Karen was out of my life,
Until a day later when my mom gets the call,
They want to see her.

My evaluation-
Than I walk in to this whole new world,
"I'm Deb Mishler, nice to meet you."
I'm thinking 'ha nice to meet me, just you wait and see,
I'm more messed up than you can handle.'
As I sit there quietly giving out the right answers,
But she is seeing right threw it all.
I know what she should be thinking,
'Maybe counseling isn't for everyone,
Maybe some people just shouldn't be here.'
But was she?
She was a mystery to me,
Something I always wanted,
The mother that was never there,
But just like everyone else,
She managed to walk out of my life,
As fast as she came in.