Quell

While I stood there staring into her being, I wasn't quite sure of the face I was seeing Familiar at first but starting to change, the face of this woman now seems so strange No one else noticed the changes within, over the years a hidden chagrin From so long ago the need always there, unmistakable now in her obvious glare Finally she breaks out from the shell that had bound her, into a world that closely confounds her No reason to hold back, no reason to quell, she lets them all know she is not well Apparently healthy, nothing too wrong, but often she sings disturbing sad songs Nothing too happy, nothing of glee, just songs of circumstance in which she should flee Trapped here again, in this union of same, an urge to breakout to play mental chess games Born in the summer, the last week of June, a cancer, a crab... dancing to an odd tune Too hard to manage, too high to maintain, Many a man lay by the wayside fair game She tires of their antics, gets sick of their brains, so much is out there... so much to obtain While she seeks out a mind to engage, the storm at her home continues to rage The look in her eye gives it away, the whore she's become her desire to stray