This Poem was Submitted By: june m. roldan On Date: 2000-05-07 07:01:23 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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For Joyce - For My Mother

I cry, I weep, I wring my hands But you don't hear, can't understand I rant, I rave, I sigh, I moan I'm all alone and turned to stone.   Behind my mask I'll stay well hidden And do what others want of me Be self assured, earn my degree And finally please society.   And you just sit there in your chair As God upon His throne But you can never take me back You'll never take me home.   You dictate I accept it I bow to your command It's not your fault that now I'm just a stranger in strange land.   I don't know what to make of it Perhaps you'll tell me why Why everytime I look at you It makes me want to cry.   How could you so betray me Just turn your back and go I love you, yet I hate you For I still need you so.   I will not think of you again Our cards are down, you've won Your played out, worn out memory No longer shall be sung.   And now the music's finally stopped And with it so have I You'll never see my face again You'll never hear me cry.   If you sit there in your chair all day You'll never hear me cry.  

Copyright © May 2000 june m. roldan

Additional Notes:
This poem is about the process of transference, which is a normal occurrence that happens in Theraphy. It's also dedicated to Joyce, my Theraphist, to whom I owe so much!


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