An original poem, written in frustration. |
There are so many things to say But the words won't come So what, I can't pray- I've been taught to be silent Just like a child seen but not heard Treated like I deserved Well then I'm nothing! See I was raised in a family that was fake. I pretended they were perfect Even with my friends. I had to agree. I knew what was at stake. With the doors wide open I pretended to be happy. Had at put everyone on a pedestal Because I know, I know Once those doors closed, I didn't stand a chance. Belts, boards, walls or floors It didn't matter. I try not to remember the pain that scattered. I wanted to die! To them, that was titter tatter. I love my relationship. I should just let this be. But he thinks he got two, He really got three. There's this person inside of me, begging to come out. With anger and rage that stays stout. The sadness and tears are just as strong. This person wants to come out, to show you what she's really about. But she stays true to the lesson she was taught Silence is key Better left to thought But Silence is dangerous, Letting things happen bad things. But it's in my bones flows through my veins. Like the blood on my shirt that I knew would leave a stain. |