AS THE HATRED GROWS

I once looked at you,
And saw a friend.
Now I look at you,
And I see the end.

How time goes by,
How hatred grows.
How focused you are,
The end no one knows.

Except me of course,
Because I am the actress,
And while you try to be stage director,
I get to do my best.


Brenda A. Ysaguirre
Copyright 2009 Brenda A. Ysaguirre