Happiness of all of yours in mind, but where is mine? Passion for this self destructive willing slavery ruins and wastes all of my time. Every second passing, I think of some one else and every minute I hope to please, but I see so much of so many others, I never stop to think of me. A strong little she, so pathetic indeed, you'd think she might never find her way. But she's abrupt in her ways and before you notice, she's gone from infant speak to Hemingway. Please, "don't tread on me," I've got nothing to give you and no patience left in me. I'm sorry to disappoint but so glad to be free. No chains and no boundaries, always but now you can see. I've missed myself so, and all I want is me. And now the lights that have sparkled in my head are shining so bright for myself to feel.