I'm not a girl made from honey and glass;
And though I didn't rise from the ash,
I've been beaten and broken.. bruised and burned
"Get your head out of the clouds!" they say.
But it's not my fault I'm trapped in a daze.
"The world isn't all sunshine and rainbows!" they scream.
And to myself, I whisper "why am I not allowed to dream?"
"Wake up.. this isn't a fantasy world!" They shout.
I ask "how else can I push all of this hurt down?"
My head isn't in the clouds, it's full of self-doubt.
I want to see sunshine and rainbows, or any other color really..
I'm tired of seeing monochrome gray every day.
And I don't wanna be in a fantasy; I wanna be free.
This is how I was made.. through pain and shame.
YOU ARE READING
The Hidden Darkness
PoetryI honestly don't know what to put here.. I decided to write a book, and so I wrote these poems. I know that they aren't very good, but at least I tried.. right?? 😅😅😅
