Inside My Head

And it all whirls around inside my head.
Can't find a stopping point.
My siblings and my children scream,
their noses out of joint.
They don't even know what they're angry about.
But still, they choose to blame it all on me.
Elected as the scapegoat for their fear.
I never ran. The votes came in.
In reams of paper trimmed in blazing fire.
They pushed me out the door of their desire.
Then reeled me back in each time they thought
that they could start it up again.
I cannot let it happen anymore.
I have the only key and now I've closed and locked the door.
I vacuumed up their bitterness and took the trash outdoors.
I'll wash and scrub it clean upon my knees.
And then I'll wonder why the trust
that once indwelled within my heart
has gone away...

? Michaelette ?

1/07/2005
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