IS IT FEAR?

Why can I never seem to fit in
Am I cursed, paying for some sin
Because of something from childhood
When Mother told me I was no good
Or when as a teen I was raped
The memory of which I've never escaped
Could it be all these combined
This endless haunting in my mind?

Maybe I suffer from unfounded fear
Just too damaged to let people near

Written August 31, 2005

Poetry © Jan Haile Clark

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Greeneyed Angel

Original Artwork by
Pablo Picasso

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