Face decorated in patches of cloth
Scars and butterflies painted my skin
Unleashing the traumas and pain brought
Until hatred and revenge reign.
High-rise walls full of thorns
Are what I built on solid grounds
No man can fathom how deep my rage was
My hope for a decent man was again crushed.
One decides to break down my walls
And untangle the mask for me to fall
But no, I won't let him do so fast
For I'm frightened this feeling won't last.
YOU ARE READING
words we wished to say
PoetryAll she had was a piece of paper and a pen with almost no ink. She poured her heart out while tears stream down her face as she made these poems, these words she wished to say. Writing what she's feeling never fails to provide solace to her heart w...
