Poem By Margaret BrownBailey
I lay bleeding but no one sees me,
They flitter by happy and carefree,
Just like Jesus nailed to the cross,
No one sees me or cares about my loss,
They want to be cajoled,
They want to be consoled,
Yet no one understands that emotions are oozing out of me,
Is it that they don't care?
Or don't they understand,
That under the circumstances, I'm doing the best I can.