By Andrée Roby
Am I good? Am I bad?
Am I just going mad?
Not sure what good is that
You forever saying I’m bad?
I am lost, I am confused.
At times, I felt abused,
Too frequently being accused!
Am I that bad? I’m bemused.
My rage erupts like a volcano.
No, I will no longer swallow
The hurt nestled deep below
Where love can no longer flow!
Who was I? I used to know.
Who am I? Better ask my fella
Apparently, more than me, he knows.
Who have I become? Someone full of sorrow.
So feel free to move on and let me, once again, glow….
Régine, writing under the pen name of Andrée Roby, after spending over 35 years in South London, originally from France, now lives in West Sussex. Her pen name is a tribute to her father (André) and her uncle (Roby). Having studied philosophy and Latin at a Lycée in Paris, France, Régine believes that these two subjects gave her a passion for the words. Since living in England she has developed her love of languages which led her to teach French and Spanish. Her published books include ‘Double Vision‘ a crime fiction (novel) and A to Z of original poems, flash fiction and short stories.
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