These days
I am cooped up
Like an egg-laying hen…
Expected to produce.
To work, to bring joy
To others while
I they bring none back to me.
The little joy
I have
Is controlled…
Only a little at a time.
God forbid I’d be happy…
God forbid I’d have any
Freaking joy in my life.
Why do I let them
Do this to me?
For one reason
& one reason only:
I
Can’t
Get
Out!!!
Copyright 2012 by Tabatha Seven
September 12, 2012
10:17 a.m.
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