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Rated: E · Poetry · Biographical · #1161008
just a poem
I sit here and think on this cloudy day
about those i was supposed to trust
you know the one's that are to love you
loving them was a total must
learning how to lie just to keep the guilt, the rage inside
all the while as they took each time
a little self respect, a little of my pride
learning as I went there was no place that i could run and hide
giving into the abuse, learning to take all of it in everyway
taking it in stride
no one sees the sorrow, no one saw the tears
no one saw the guilt and pain i've carried around for years
no one see's the loneliness or the tears i cry inside
after all how could they, they stripped me of my pride
striped away the ability to want to trust, to want to love
those were things i deserved, given from the man above
years roll by and i sit here a grown woman and alone
afraid to trust, afraid to love
afraid these might be shone
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