Those women, I used to work with:
Depressed, divorced, some other issues.
It was a program for men and women,
My aunt's friend had some connection
And I got that job, not for long time,
But we spent some time together.
All those women had files,
And after a while, I noticed,
The profiles, written by the government officials:
Simple language, facts,
Didn't much their stories they had to write every day.
The files were something a normal woman wants to forget and move on.
And I felt that for those women
"past was illusion, biggest confusion".
They couldn't talk anything, but the past,
That wasn't even there most of the time.
Who would know what was right, who was right, who was wrong?
All mixed together.
After they were writing about the future and couldn't put two words together,
And the past, everything related to it, had fifty pages.
Now was a problem too, because they had no clue who even loves them,
Not even talking about what to do.
There are always people who loves us,
Who want to see your happy face, smile,
Know we are all right..
And for them at first we have to put ourself together,
Start from now, see the facts...
Smile:)
