On Oceans of Blue

she stares in the mirror
examining her life
wondering where the time went
how it all flew by
she whispers softly
so that no one will hear
"i hate your lies
and the filth they become
i hate your deceit
and the heart it comes from"
she whispers so softly
so that no one can hear
except the fly on the wall
and the voice in her ear
she examines her chin
with a microscopic eye
when did this happen
she was supposed to be different
but all of that rage
wasn’t meant to be caged
it was meant to be phased
in slowly to old age
this early in life
it should not be spent
she whispers to herself
in a voice barely heard
"i hate your lies
and the filth they become
i hate your deceit
and the heart it comes from"
she whispers to herself
in a voice barely heard
so that no one could hear
except the fly on her hand
and the voice in her ear