Torn Before

Tara Nicole Walker

5/8/2002

It's nothing new.

Then why do I feel so down?

It's happened before.

Why then does my reflection frown?

It's  happened before.

Why am I surprised?

It'll happen again.

Did I think it'd be different or somehow downsized?

Nothing new.

Happened before.

I'm sure there's more,

Where that's from, in store.

Why do I frown

And why am I surprised?

I ought to be used,

To all of these lies.

Maybe I can't learn.

Or maybe I just don't.

Maybe I can't keep myself from falling again.

Or maybe I just won't.

One or the other.

Left or right.

Whichever is chosen,

I wan the opposite out of my sight.

My muscles ache from fighting

And my soul is sore.

How did this happen once again?

For I've been torn before.