raised to be the norm.
brought up with only love,
always fitting the form,
flying high like a dove.

whatever happened to me,
where did i cross the line,
is it that hard to see,
that i am not fine.

who really has the right,
to direct my whole life,
when it comes time to fight,
will you still have the knife.

everything is a blur,
nothing quite in focus,
im really not so sure,
where this road will take us.

not able to be trusted,
is there fear in my eyes,
this heart must be rusted,
all i hear are your cries.

dont come to close,
i will only hurt you,
if i hand you a rose,
you will get the thorns to.

these things i write,
i cannot comprehend,
tell me im alright,
tell me there is an end.

Wow.....powerful writing, you stirred me. So on target with all the uncertainty in today's economic crisis. Great poem.

great depiction of how we struggle with the uncertainties of our emotions, actions and reactions

Ditto

thanks for the thoughts