Act 4

Sitting at my desk
Once again making myself depressed
Why do I keep looking through a microscope
Yeah really, like that is going to help me cope

It is every little detail that I see
My inner most feelings, what’s inside me
Constant conversation with myself
Over and over, please give it a rest

The more I look
At my life’s book
The sadder I get, the more I cry
The more I wish to die

So please let this go
Move on Sara, let life flo
Meander with the current
Yes, face every torrent

But don’t look inside
As it makes for a sorry ride
Too many downs
Always leaving you in a frown

Act 3

I had a good meeting this morning with my customer and I finished my paper that is due for the first meeting of my next course, Management: Theory, Practice & Application. So despite my original wish to stop writing. Here I am with a few minutes and doing it again. Writing instead of reading what you all have written. I am not trying to be melodramatic really, I think I’m just loosing it.

Act 2

Dear AuthorsDen Author,

It has nothing to do with anything you have said. I just have a lot of work to do and I have found that since coming to authorsden I have spent an inordinate amount of time crying. I am sick of it, sick of me. Sick of feeling sorry for myself. Sick of love, sick of hate. I just need to stop obsessing over me, me, me, me, me. Thank you for your concern. I'll be around. I just need to stop for a while.

Sara

Act 1

Poem titled, “To All I Have Hurt” dated April 7, 2003

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