Alone I walk the road of life.
Sometimes people join me,
but they leave when the road splits.
For me this road started smooth
as most roads do, but quickly it got rocky;
and then the most important road crossed into mine.
My mom was a nurse at shriners hospital
when they brought my sister and I in,
because the hospital in georgia did a bad graft job.
As time went by she taught me to walk,
my birthmother signed the dotted line
so my sister and i were taken away.
From there (for a while) my road
was filled with twists and turns.
Paths came and paths left.
Some of these paths belonged to bad people;
only three paths were good,
one left and two came.
Path number one had crossed once before,
number two was a path thatwas new to me,
and the last was a path I had known all my life.
I was adopted by paths one and two,
loved by and cared for
by that nurse from the hospital.
All of this was new to me;
inside, i felt so scared that
if I went wrong, they would be taken away.
Elementary school came
and I was such a troublemaker;
I was also bossy which pushed paths away.
I had friends but if they got to close,
then I pushed them away.
I was testing them, to see what they would take.
I had promised myself a long time ago,
that no path should get to close
and then drift away.
I still am on this path of life,
and I still am locking myself deep inside.
When paths get to close i push them away.
I don't want to get hurt again,
by the paths that cross mine,
but I did trust once, a long time ago.
but that trust was broken,
once to many times,
I want to trust but it's so hard.
So all along I will walk this road,
unable to trust, unable to join others.
For me life is, has, and always will be a lonesome journey.