Tough decisions, blurred visions that I thought wouldn't last. Late night crying, depressions and expressions that I thought would past. Inexperienced in being a mother, Experienced carrying a child in my womb. Who are you to dig up these fumes. Not gas, but fire that could be started. Happiness slipped away. Distance I walked. Love I gave up. Trust I don't believe. Sad I am. Alone Iam. Scared iam. Say I want to find my way. I want to be happy again. Have a friend to the end. Smile and not be in denial. Have a beautiful a child. Have a house on the hill, late nights covered up with chills. Walking through mills. Mirrors face to face to feel feel my thrills. An American dream a bad team. My mean attitude. Lost, confused, content. The dent in my heart that hasn't been healed. Drowning on my sadness that hasn't been fulfilled. Where is my experience?