It's been six months since they saw me last, <br />they'll say I've changed, <br />I'm not distant... <br />But I'm very far away, <br />feeling like a juggler, <br />with all the different faces I'll play.... <br /> <br />judgement of my every move, <br />can not even hope for the best, <br />yes they'll be happy.. <br />.......... <br />but will I? <br />........... <br /> <br />When I see them they will cry and I will... <br />Smile in my heart you see, <br />lately emotions are a stranger to me. <br /> <br />I made my bed, <br />now I have to lie in it, <br />no not lay but lie in it.... <br /> <br />hypocrisy, <br />the one thing I hate, <br />I suppose this is just another smile from fate, <br />saying hello like an old friend, <br />now I'm the one that must.... <br />pretend.<br /><br />Sandra jacks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bed-i-ve-made/
