What is this I fear, sitting here.
Writing on word pad # 6.
While messaging some friends.
On a thing called a computer,
upon the internet. In a place
called, AOL IM, ICQ, and Yahoo
pager.
Some say its ok, some say
we are sad, and lonely. All looking
for something. When in turn some
are looking for a friend. While
others type on keys, saying filth to
you and me.
Pictures of nudes, raw sex, and no
meaning, just a sad world to be in.
Some men think their God, and think
women should be there just for them.
Some women cheapen themselves to
a world of games.
But my friends, that is not who I am.
Some tell me I'm lieing, some call
me thier sex toy and only want to
play. But my friends, I am not of low
class. I am a nice lass.
Some call me names, when I reject
their request. But making love to a
computer, is not of my quest. Some
men and women are married, and
play like fools. For they are not happy,
and does not mean I am one of them.
Just being me, is who I am. No games
from this one, for I am not make believe.
I have feelings inside, that often is mis-
construde. I am a simple girl, with a
heart full of pain, like so many on here.
But will not play games. For life is to short
and if games is what I am after. Then all I
must do , is walk out my front door.
So please when you see me, know who I am.
For I am me, and me is heavenly.
Written By:
Donna le
3/99
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