Left to fin for myself
from the moment I wake
till the time my master comes
home I'm cleaning my life away
I only wish I could be set free
from this hell I call home
I ask simple questions and get
yelled at for wondering I put on
a mask to hide my broken face
so that others will still think
I am whole when really I am
broken into hundreds of pieces
I long for someone anyone to
pick up the broken pieces of my
life and make me whole
once more but as long as I am
here trapped in this hell I will
never find that someone anyone
to help me
SOMEONE ANYONE
hear my plead
YOU ARE READING
Poems
RandomThis is just a rough draft of some poems I have been writing, if there are some misspelling of words please for give me because like I said this is just a rough draft .
