At age five I didn't have a care in the world
Age six was the same
Age seven was no different
But at thirteen years I felt insane
Age eight I was swinging on bars
Age nine I sang
Age ten I spoke many words
But I'm sixteen now filled with shame
Age eleven I learned to feel sorrow
Age twelve I learned to cover it up
I was sent to a school with no way to express
Age fourteen I met my first fake
Age fifteen I felt the first stab
Everything I've been through still doesn't ammount
To the pain I feel when we speak
Every word that's released is staggering on the edge of breaking down the peace
Such a fragile thing, one small slip, and everything will sink
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My Little Poems
PoetryThis is a book that I have poured all my poems from my heart and soul into. Do Not steal them from me, for they are mine. To write your own helps you to understand yourself. Do not force a poem. For a forced poem has no emotion. The words come and f...
