Walk on by

Walk on by

Walk on by but please don’t step on me along the way

No day but today

Is what I heard em’ say

But your abuse seems to be present in my life everyday

Boiling inside me and I wonder would the sky ever turn from gray

Night and day I yearn and sometimes act on my own dreams

Creating my own world of happiness

Just to breath and enjoy that hard wind of fresh air

Trees blowing and leaves dancing to my own tune

But every time I miss a step in your eyes I get a back hand blow to the face

Then forced to blow you

What am I going to do?

Tears are the only part of me that get to escape your cruelty

So in a way I envy my own self

I wish I were those tears

I wonder where it escapes to once it hits the ground

It seems to evaporate and hide

My hiding doesn’t seem to help

My head seems to be too heavy for me to hold up

Its so used to your hand knocking it in whatever direction you please

So I dream to mentally think in my own direction and path

For It is my own self control

So “if you see me walking by and I start to cry just walk on by”

-Jennifer Coleman dedicated to abused humans