By Annette
Date: 27 July 1997

Ironic

No, This isnt a mushy lovesick poem,although Im a romantic.
Its just me...
sad, confused, untrusting, alone.

This cyber cesspool of thoughts and emotion
have clouded my thoughts on the bluest of days.

Trust me...

It will suck you in... you ll need your daily fix.
You say "Oh no not me"
Yet your there everyday raceing to that PC.

You know who you are so dont try to hide it.
Its in all of us to some degree.

Were searching for peace of mind and soul.
Someone to wipe away the fears.

That person looking back at you in the mirror
is the only one who will help you.

Oh and its not in that just emptied can of beer.

Me ,myself and I...
How ironic...
To find that I was always just right here.