Simpering little females how I despise them,
The ones that are hurt so easily,
Almost not human they are so fragile,
I was once that way but swore I'd never be again you see.
But only fairly recently,
I became that which I despise,
A woman full of weakness,
A woman with tears in her eyes.
I didn't want it to happen,
I'm too strong to feel this way,
But baby my hopes were shredded,
I lost the sunshine in my day.
For two days I was down and weak,
Spreading dampness everywhere,
But rest assured I have recovered,
For I know that you still care.
I'd rather have your friendship,
Than to not know you at all,
So I hope you are still listening,
And will be there when I call....
What the inner voice says will NOT disappoint the hoping soul.
(Daughter of Mystery)