See my tears shed my light
I see dead roses out tonight
My heart was torn like pages
People learn through all stages
Never will they know my pain
But there’s more than that to gain
I have reason and I have life
To live and thrive without a knife
My voice be heard among all
To lift them up when they fall
I’ve been there, but I’ve changed
I’m known, but not deranged
Don’t call me Miss prissy
Because I’m more than a sissy
I stand for what I got and have
This has shaped me for my future path
No one will know how I really felt
But once I tell their hearts will melt
I look outside and see the bloom
Roses are bright with no more doom

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Painful Poems
PoetryA drift on my feelings as a child, my worries, my fears, past, etc.