People Are Constantly Asking Me If I'm

So Many I Considered, Closest To Me,turned On A Dime And Sold Me Out Dutifully,although That Knife Was Chipping Away At Me,they Turned Their Eyes Away And Went Home To Sleep.

I Do Not Think I Reinvent Myself. Wearing My Hair Differently Or Changing My Style Of Dress Is Playing Dress-up. I Don't Take It Too Seriously.

I Know You're Shining Down On Me From Heaven, Like So Many Friends We've Lost Along The Way. And I Know Eventually We'll Be Together, One Sweet Day.

I Didn't Have A Strong Male Figure In My Life On A Day-to-day Basis. So I Think That Whole [marriage] Situation, A Lot Of It Stems From A Place Where I Was Out There Alone As A Really And I Always Felt Like The Rug Could Be Pulled Out From Under Me.

Apparently I Don't Do Stairs, I Won't Walk On Carpet And I Refuse To Walk On Grass. How Do I Do To Get Around, Hover?