Have you ever felt sad, lonely, heartbroken, judged, completely fed up? I have for as long as I can remember. To be able to relieve some of the pain I started writing down my feelings. Genuine everyday emotion feeds my thought process. From finding out I might never have kids or a friends death are some feelings that I had to put on paper. Having low self-esteem and trying to find yourself in a world where no matter what you do or say you will never be accepted. Finding the love of your life and not realizeing it until it's too late. Thse are a few experiences that you will read about. There are no titles on any of these poems. Titiles aren't always inviting to the reader. In my opinion the mystery of the unknown is quite intriguing. In order to identify with one of these poems dive in head firest and dissect it. Analyze the symbolism to see if you can relate. We have all needed to feel accepted but that one foot always gets stuck in the door. By reading this collection I hope that you will feel connectd to atleast one person.

Please God make it stop make the thoughts take a 10 minute recess I ache for a full nights sleep but my mind races like the Daytona I pull my hair onto my face to hide from the world to bed I can't escape from what lies within Silence is golden I'm so far below bronze you can even rate my insanity only Jack knows the anser Oh Jack where are you now we haven't spent the tnight together in so long you were always there for me should I even go there Why, why, why does my life suck so bad do I create these problems or do they seek me out So many unaswered questions, questions that i'm too afraid to ask what happened to my backbone I now live in a bowl of jelly I've been slipping and sliding through life and I'm sick of it I want you and that's that The possibility of it happening is giving me too many sleepless nights so to hell with being timind the old me is about to be unleashed I honestly don't think that the world can handle my demeneted mind but I'm done cowering so look out - I'm back.

Bridget E. Hill has been writing poetry for over fifteen years. She is a proud mother of two sons. She is a private person but an open book with those close to her.