Save me from this place where I have no face, where people only see
what they want, not the real me. Save me from this race, A race to the end,
A race to be the first to win. Save me from this life where there is no grace,
where there is no mercy or kindness left. Save me from my self. Save me
from this hellish place, where I have no where left to go.

Sheree ballard ©  5-21-01

OK.. this is one of my newest poems hope yall like it, I don't really like the end just didn't feel right to me.
I might work on it later. Don't know some times its best to leave things the way they come out.. We
will see...