This one is about how parents never see anything. They question and get all mad at you about how you never tell them anything and never tell them why you may act out or isolate yourself, but they have to learn to stoo looking with there eyes.
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broken, shattered, torn
sometimes you wish you werent born
the pain growing more and more
what do I have to live for?
I miss the life that used to be great
now, im escaping the fate
tattered and mistreated
many times for help i've pleaded
now im here, alone on the battlefield
without a wepon or sheild
sometimes I wonder
do they hear the thunder?
can they see the rain?
do they notice my paon?
everybody tells me im strong
they are wrong
maybe one day when im gone they will look for me
but by then they will find
all the pain they didnt see
killed me
YOU ARE READING
On The Inside
PoetryPoetry I wrote, about my life and hopefully it will relate to others who have been abused or hurt or who have at one point, been broken girls....Its about what we hide, on the inside.
