Anger first cost me my friends
then my job
my long-suffering wife left me
it's too late now for me to sob.

I quarrelled with the bank manager
the bank cancelled my credit card and recalled my loan
I scored an 'A' for being Melbourne's MAM (Most Angry Man)
it's too late now for me to moan.

lord
my tears
are real
faith
knows
how to heal
when
faith
remove
the walls
that
are real

So close to the edge, one lose pebble could send me plummeting
And I feel an earthquake coming

Life
Is a tennis court.
You must know how to serve to the coming ball to perfection if you have to win.

I want you to be in love with all of me. Or at least be aware of all of me. My bad hair days. My natural face without makeup. My beautiful body in lingerie. My frumpy appearance in sweatpants and a jacket. My happy, and joyous smile when I'm laughing filled with energy. My expressionless, leaning more toward a frown, kind of face when I'm unstimulated.
My ugly expressions that I can make my face do.
My **** and enticing expressions that I can also do.
My heart and soul of who I am. I want you all to know me. All of me. Or not at all.

I have a small ***, but it's nice.
I'm not your average beauty but a lot of people think I'm pretty. Including my mom, but she'd never tell me that.
My teeth aren't as white as I wish they'd be, but they're still pretty. They're not as straight as I'd like them to be, but my smile is still beautiful.
My ***** aren't as full as I'd like to see, but they're pretty and plump and perky.
I like both men and women, God, women are beautiful, and my relatives are completely against that. I've met my father only once, but it was a grande time and I can cross that off my bucket list.
I'm a contradictory being, because I'm headstrong and confident, but as anxious and self conscious as can be.
I've got a lot to say to the world, but never know how to say it. I'm complicated. I complicate simple things, and over think it all. I'm cold and distant and warm and affectionate, and I'm hard to reach but not because I'm busy; because I rarely have the energy to try to keep up a proper or good enough conversation. I care too much and I shut down. People, even family, hear from me only once in a while, because on those days I am seering with energy and confidence, and most importantly, a lack of concern of if what I'm saying is right, or funny, or good enough. The best way to reach me is to ask for my help, but once I'm done I recede back into the background, where I'm safest. Safest, but most unhappy and unfulfilled. The spotlight is where I belong and it terrifies me because I am not good at being vulnerable and exposed, but I am teaching myself because they will eat me alive if I can't stand against the wolves. You will hear my voice some day, and you'll know it. It will be me. The shy, confident, unimpressive, but ever imposing girl we all saw a few times but never took much notice of. Until I'm ready. Then you won't be able to look away.

I watch the ****** river flow
As spotlights glow
Far away the sun shines bright
But not to my path
Under the moon am not covered
Trees die in sight of me
The world has turned void
All me without anothers breath

From town to town
Year to year
I wander
In search of hope of life
Far lost and never can be found

My life lies in your hands alone
For never can I continue
To wander all my days away.