Softballs and bats,
Before Fibromyalgia and having three cats,
Looking for a reason,
You committed treason.
My life has been a huge lie,
Even before you said goodbye.
Trying to figure out what’s true,
Before the ending of this story is due.
Fighting back and forth,
Can’t tell what you’re worth.
Friends are concerned and just as aggravated.
Whether I should continue to be nice is highly debated.
Confusion and anger still arise,
But you could never hear my cries.
At least not from over there,
Besides, I don’t feel you would really care.
Softballs and bats,
Did they turn to cities and rats?
I can’t tell which way