The heavy head of angst

Controls my every motion

I no longer have emotion

For the actions I take

From day to day

They are as fake

As the smile

I paste on my

Upper lip

I could trip

Every time

I work muscle movements

Designed to fool

Those in charge

Not to be cruel

But to extend one day

Once again

As bankrupt

As my bank account

I don't amount

To an ant hill

Trapped

Confused

So, take another pill

So I can't feel...

That's not the way out

I deal with things

That go wrong

There has to be a path

To be strong

A way around,

Under,

Or over

To get beyond

That mountain

Blocking

The new trail

But..

I wake up now

Knowing I no longer

Belong to the

Comfort Zone

That worked

For so long

I'm a girl

Lost in Limbo

No longer

At an age

To feel

So ill at ease

With this

Unwanted

Disease

"They" call

Economic

Insecurity

Free floating

Falling into

An impasse

Where there

Is no pass

Where people

Are hired

Then fired

At will

Contract

Workers

With no

Notice

No job security...

Ask my son...

I feel I have failed

All my efforts here

Have flailed

A degree doesn't

Mean shit

If you aren't

Someone's "IT"

Bitch...

I'm out of here

Looking for

A more affordable

Way of life

A place where

I belong

Where, perhaps,

I can afford

To live long...

So, why can't you do spacing on this board?! (spacingedit)

[Edited 6/11/13 1:03am]

aardvark15 said:

[Edited 6/15/13 1:11am]

...unfailing support during the Dust Bowl era...