Warped & Twisted

I did not write this poem, but I must say it describes my feelings to the fullest. I know LAME, but I'm okay with that.


Harsh words & violent blows
Hidden secrets nobody knows
Eyes are open, hands are fisted
Deep inside I'm warped & twisted
So many tricks & so many lies
Too many whens & too many whys
Nobody's special, nobody's gifted
I'm just me, warped & twisted
Sleeping awake & choking on a dream
Listening loudly to a silent scream
Call my mind, the number's unlisted
Lost in someone so warped & twisted
On my knees, alive but dead
Look at the invisible blood I've bled
I'm not gone, my mind has drifted
Don't expect much, I'm warped & twisted
Burnt out, wasted, empty, & hollow
Today's just yesterday's tomorrow
The sun died out, the ashes sifted
I'm still here, warped & twisted

Tonja M. Burroughs

My sister passed away on May 29th, 2008. She had 2 sons, 9 and 7 years old. She was a great mother and human being. Full of love and full of life. She had a broken heart, but she was the one that always gave hope and friendship to others. She was strong. She was famous before she passed, famous in passing, and still famous. I want to carry her name and heart with me, and in her honor I wanted to share this.