I been hurt, betrayed, just by words
Afraid, of my own voice, my own words
I been judged, criticized, till I felt to numb to feel
Till there was no room or space to fill
‘Why can’t I care?’ they constantly ask
But ‘why should I?’ when there’s so much emotion they lack
They speak but it’s forced
There words are practiced, reversed
Anger finds away home because somehow home has become me
I close my eyes, and only anger sleeps over me
I dream ‘but why am I so unhappy?’
When at one point I was completely happy
YOU ARE READING
BAD GIRL NO LONGER!!
PoesíaPOEMS THAT WILL MAKE YOU LAUGH OR CRY. poems based on a girl who use to be sweet but now its too late for all that, she's bad now...
