Be kind, be nice, and above all else continue to please
Then new friends you will develop with ease"
Your voice still echoes through my head
Something I'm afraid will continue until I'm dead
From the depths of my soul
I wish I could let go
A scream, a yell, a stomp of my shoe
If only I could tell someone to go to hell, too
My pain, anger, and loss of hope continue to stay inside
Headaches, stomachaches, lack of strength and pride
Only tell that my head still is in the sand, you see
How I wish I could just be me
But your voice still echoes in my head
Something I'm afraid will continue until I'm dead.
A deeply personal revelation punctuated by a poem made for some great TV that evening. Perry sat back with a look that was both flabbergasted and pleased.
I think I had the same look--flabbergasted that I had revealed 70 years of pain on TV, and pleased that I had finally gotten it off my chest.
