Weeks have gone by
Everyday I see changes in you
Your not yourself
Your laughter no longer is there
Your eyes in a trance
Few words are spoken throughout the day
Your like a robot
Buttons being pushed
Do this, do that, do this, do that
Commands from all sides
No time for yourself
No time to be you
Its clear to me its not just stress
Your mind and body are "fried"
You need to step back and take a good look and see what I see
My heart aches to see you like this
Nancy
03/19/2003
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Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)
Reviewed on March 21, 2003
Written by the hands of a true poet now days many people stand on the brinks of being fried the signs are exactly how you described this is an explosive write great piece I love and enjoy your poetry
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