I have a story to tell
That'll turn from
Roses are red
To who killed who
The mystery of me
I plan to just leave a clue
I left a few bread crumbs
In my wake
But everyone seems lost
For goodness sakes
I lie to my friends
I scream where no one will hear me
I cry at night
So the darkness will cover me
My history hunts me
I'm afraid of the saying that "history repeats"
I'm afraid he'll come back in a new way or form
The one who raped me
When I didn't even know
I'm afraid my Mother never loved me
She just left me to the unknown
My story
You see
Is a little to scary for me
This is a piece
Of the unknown me
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoetryI usually write poems when I'm sad or upset. That's when I write my poems the best. So there wont be that many happy poems. I hope you like the ones I have. Thank you for even reading this.
