Slow Burn

I wanted to be swept away,
But I was handed a broom instead,
And whenever I wanted to go anywhere,
It rained inside of my head,
And another woman was crowned,
To be the belle of the ball,
And I was only the first runner-up instead,
And my lover went back to his old girlfriend,
And he offered me no explanation,
And my job was also being terminated,
But I wasn't allowed to say anything,
And as I only felt exasperated,
I let everything slide,
And my pockets were empty,
And my hair was frazzled,
But somehow I'm still alive,
And if happiness comes from within,
One needs to be comfortable in one's own skin,
And giving one's all,
And getting nothing in return,
Only enables me to do a slow burn.
 

Stacey-Susan Silverman 11-4-2003