Another Cross to Bear

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It used to be so simple.

You used to play all day.

Before you knew what those things were,

What those words meant,

They told you they were defective.

What a thing for a little girl

to know and see

lying in a hospital bed.

They sent you on your way

Telling you there would be pain in this life

And crosses which you must bear.



Over time it became okay.

You learned to function and hide the scars.

You fell in love one day, sweet girl.

You thought it was meant to be.

So you put on the collar,

And wore his ring.

Forgave his anger,

And his abuse,

Walked beside him,

Tried to to be "normal"

For him.

Until you began to die each day,

Until he turned his anger onto you.

And told you as you walked out

Here's a few more scars

And another cross to bear.



But it got better, sweet child.

You grew and learned,

Made new friends,

Let go of him and his world.

Then just as happiness was yours...

A split second

and someone else's mistake.

You're waking up in the hospital again.

Broken and destroyed.

Here's another cross to bear, my girl.

Learn to love plastic and metal

They are a part of you now.



Hard to get over.

Never quite got there.

But you fell in love again

At school.

It felt so perfect and so right.

He was to be the one.

Love, pure love

Is what you gave to him.

Wasn't it nice

When he felt it too?

But alas

He had his own crosses

Which caused him to go.

He walked out the door

And told you not to cry

But he just didn't love you

anymore.

"You're too messed up,"

He told you.

Another cross to bear.



Then came the men telling

You of your great worth.

Telling you how pretty,

Wonderful, intelligent you were.

Holding you

Long enough to possess you in

The only way they wished to.

Making you believe that  you

Were the perfect woman.

Perfect.

No crosses to bear.

Perfect.

But you came to your senses

As I knew you would.

Cast those boys aside

Giving them a cross to bear

And accepting yours as well.



Then today as the X-rays

Were taken and the blood rose to

The surface for all to see

You realized the truth.

Though the outside is nice

and neat

Though some will love you

And think you complete

Your inside is messed up

Your burdens will give them scare

And as the doctor speaks and as they leave you

Hear my words echo

Here's another cross to bear...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

8/29/01...I wrote this yesterday.  It just sums everything up I guess.

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