She longs to be free without the hate and stares. Like a poor woman browsing the jewelry counter she chases dreams that seem far and away, impossible.
How much for that piece? (She asks) Thirty thousand dollars! She walks away in tears with her head shrunk between her shoulders. She thinks for a moment and does an "about face". Well how much for those pieces? (she asks) Five thousand dollars! Maybe later she's thinking.
The pieces don't match the bits and parts she already has... Well I got to start somewhere she screams in emotional pain! Maybe I can modify that part to blend in with the future pieces.
OUCH!
Three hundred dollar payments just for one modification?! Digging deep in her empty blue jean pockets she finds a couple of payments! But later runs out of funds...
She must find self acceptance before she implodes! Can I at least change my title? Mine doesn't suit me! Would she be satisfied with a mere title change? Not likely... But it would be a start!
Someone help this woman! She cries as she sits hunched over in the corner sobbing...
