I used to be you.

I used to be the girl who danced in the window enticing you in.

The girl in the tub on top floor of the nicest hotel in town wrapped in a mink coat borrowed from the doctor's wife.

The girl surrounded by millions of ideas and none of them looking like they could ever come to be.

I think not expecting anything helps sometimes to help us see that what we never knew to wish for is not needed.

The girl surrounded by the material things people buy to be happy when they have no one but the girl to tell their stories to at the end of the day.

The girl in the millionaires home listening to him cry for the lost years and youth as she gets him ready for bed and then goes to clean the house and wash the clothes as she was hired to do.

Watching all thru the night to keep him safe and secure.

The girl running from rape to the arms of Prince Charming and seeing a world of wealthy and weary wanderers looking for something else to amuse them for a while.

The visions of sadness sometime overshadow all the stories behind the happiness.

The girl who seeing her own suicide note coming thru the tracing she was doing over deeply indented writing from two years ago by the man she is now married to.

Never got the answer to why it was addressed to my mom and family.

Actually found 2 more notes.

Denied writing my suicide note but admitted to the other 2.

Denied 3 days.

Third day he came home to find a gun lying in the middle of the bible and the matching handwriting question.

Got the truth that day.

Stayed 7 more years to prove that she wasn't afraid ...Running again.

This time from the life of luxury people think they want.

The girl always running away, this time running towards something less but more.

Or so she thought.

Stumbled across another look into the life after hours of the lonely leaders who are just like us when they don't have to be anything but themselves.

Sometimes the real hurt for people came dripping down their faces as the sun went down on another day spent wanting more things to soothe their souls.

Visions coming true for a girl not needing them.

Seeing what she didn't want more so than what she did.

So many stories to tell.

I used to be you.

The girl who ran away with dirty feet from the four rooms and outside toilet.

Running towards the top of the holler to get what she had envisioned.

To work in a store and have a house with carpet on the floor.

Running towards the next higher mountain then back to the middle then to the bottom for a while again.

Yes I used to be you but now I'm finally learning to be me.