My position was precarious at best
Getting stuck in the middle
No one there I could depend on but self
Surrounded by would be fake friends
Accusations being hurled my way
The lies a constant onslaught
And I am stuck in middle
My Mama told there would be daze like theze
She said that I'd have to what ever I could
So I do what can
Weeding out the fakes from the real
A tedious task for sure
Still stuck in the middle
How in the can I duped
When you can't even remember your last lie
I guess that this isn't as low as you willing to stupe
And I'm stuck...
Smack dab in tha middle!!!
Smack Dab Stuck©
EdwinBrown9®™
9/3/17
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September 2017 poems thoughts life stories
PoetryRated 136 in poetry September24, 2017 Well... It's September once again... We've come far... I thank each and every one of who have followed me to this point... Even if today is your very first day... Thank you... Sooo very much... Let's get it kic...
