Where are you?
The smile that used to light up my day.
The person who would stand up for me when she broke me down.
The person who would be proud of me.
Who would say; "She's my little princess."
Where are you going?
Why are you leaving? It's late and dark.
I hear a zipping bag, a yell and a slamming door.
I'm left alone with wonder.
What's wrong?
I don't understand.
I used to be perfect.
I used to be number one.
I used to smile because of you.
Now I'm always wrong, misunderstood.
The sentence that keeps on replay.
"Why aren't you more like her!?"
Now you only make me cry and suffer.
I want to help.
But all you do is making walls.
Higher and higher.
Letting no one in.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Stories
PuisiThis is a book full with poems. Poems with me in it. They're not really poems, they're just my thoughts. Things I want to say out loud, but things you just can't say.. --- I don't want attention, I don't need attention, I'm just putting this poems...
