Many Years *

                                    

                                          
Many years ago,
                          
As you can see,
                          
I was a happy girl,
                          
So careless and free,
                          
Many years ago,
                          
I had a mother,
                          
Who I held dear,
                          
We loved each other,
                          
Many years ago,
                          
One by one,
                          
People would tell me,
                          
I'm no fun,
                          
Many years ago,
                          
I would rarely cry,
                          
But, I didn't hate myself,
                          
Or want to die,
                          
Many years ago,
                          
I felt no pain,
                          
I had a great life,
                          
And much to gain,
                          
But, you know where I stand today?
                          
I wish to kill myself,
                          
I want to die,
                          
I hate myself,
                          
I always cry,
                          
My mother dislikes me,
                          
I am not happy,
                          
And, I am broken,
                          
But no one will come to get me,
                          
And, those many years that I once told?
                          
They're only memories,
                          
That will never again unfold,
                          
And who's to blame for all that's new?
                          
No one expect the person who stares back at me,
                          
That's who.