What a lie It doesn’t hurt to try It doesn’t hurt until I am left to cry until I am left
You strip away my speech and hold my thoughts captive You shove my feelings in a closet You tie me down and tape my mouth hoping that I won’t make a sound
Wrinkles dance along my face take the place of a once youthful smile I suppose I haven’t been young fo… My eyes are wise
I am betrayed alone and afraid my messages remain unconveyed I am screaming but no
A cliché to which I can’t relate–… For I am too young and everything is “just good fun.” I am not able to express all I endure,
She is a tree She is strong and she stands tall She refuses to fall Lightening strikes her harshly but her origins keep her steady
It’s laughable really, how history… how I am slapped in the face by my lack of grace time and time again the abuse is a seemingly infinite…
