Stranger with my face.


There's a Man I don't even know that has so
many similarities to me, right down to my nose.
He has walked past me in gas stations and stores.
Is it easier for you to talk or simply ignore?
Are you ashamed? There's no one left for you to blame.
It was so easy for you to live your life, like
Nothing had changed.
I was only a little girl. Blameless and innocent
In my own little world.
But God sent me a Man, who was more than
You could ever have been.
Maybe that's why you drink yourself to death.
You have failed at more that just this test.
So now I say goodbye and lay these hurtful
Memories to rest.
I pray for you, I would hate to be in your
Shoes. To live with these things is a burden
For only you. A child is not an option where
You pick and you choose. This is what I would
Love to say, to the stranger with my face, I
Don't even carry his sorry last name!

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