You know it bad
When your always sad.
Because of them
You feel only ten.
Screaming and yelling,
You don't want them near.
Hurting and cussing
You don't want to hear.
You try to escape,
But words are daggers.
You try to be strong
instead you stagger.
Running from them is all you can do
Even though you tried to start anew.
February 17, 2016
YOU ARE READING
Don't judge a book by its cover
PoetryA poem and short story collection by a woman with too many feelings.
