(I own nothing! The rights of the character Tara Knowles belong to that mad genius Kurt Sutter)

A broken spirit

By: Tara Knowles

I am what I am

But not what I wish to be

I've been living my life on a chain

Since I was sixteen.

Haunted by a lover,

Hunted by another

I'm left with no protection

Not even my own mother.

To say that I'm truly loved

Is a bold thing to speak

My departure years ago

Left me hated in disbelief

Sometimes I still run

But danger follows

When I fight back,

My pride, not me, is what the world swallows

I'm alone on the outside

But inside has become occupied

The voices ring loud

Against the thunder of my own storm cloud.

I'm alone

I'm afraid

But still I survive the road

With each passing day

My allies have turned their cheek

The viper has lashed back

I look at her and see the future

And realize, for once, that will be me

My lover has killed

For my hand

So much blood had spilled

For rule of the land

My head was wanted

But I was spared

The once sunny days

Have been replaced with cold, cruel nights in the air.

Now here I stand

At my lovers right hand

Our path laid at our feet

My heart bleeding

My courage retreating

But I will not accept defeat

Still here I cry

Yet another night

Begging for death to find me

For a broken spirit

Cannot survive

The dangerous task

Of Anarchy life

THE END

( I know the rhythm is off, but I thought it sounded good. Comment and tell me what you think. I'm pretty sure I've gotten Tara's feelings down. So enjoy!)