My life a blank canvas before me
photographs and memories map out my past...

Shreds of paper
venting...

In a huge group of people
I find myself feeling like an extra...

He never told her that he loved her
or showed her that he cared...

Seeing life through shades of green
good things keep happening...

Therapy
like an onion...

Looking back
there are so many what ifs...

Where can I run to?
who will be my safe place in a storm...

It’s a hot day
but my soul is chilled...

Me
Rage...

Broken and alone
she sits at home...

She puts on her mask of happiness
its getting old and worn...