hope for the best that’s what everyone said but how to hope in hope when one is confused and sans hope when all i see is the caterpillar me and what i want it s butterfly to be i want to believe, lord please help…

i watch you, hawk-eyed though it is you who’re preying on my misery i watch you when i turn this way or that somehow you’re always in my field of vision throwing your head back and laughing at some silly joke SHE’s told you and…