Meet resentment and regret.
They are busiest when I am alone.
Fabricating storylines,
As they turn my heart into cold stone.
They have this way about them.
Cleverly convincing me of fact.
When all along their motive is
To knock me off life’s track.
The path that leads to happiness,
Is one they do not know.
Destination miserable,
Is the only place they go.
So if you travel with these two,
You will most certainly silently cry.
Missing joyful opportunity,
Lost in time, as you slowly die.
Now anxious for some company,
They set their twisted sights on me.
But this old gal sees clearly now,
As relax and release break free.
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