One day you'll wake up to the sound of screaming
And you'll wonder
What happened to who she used to be
What happened to the girl who would
Let people walk all over her
And applaud and cheer on those who did her wrong
Who hurt her...
What happened to her?
She stopped
She stopped speaking words of comfort
To those who did not deserve her pity or love
And started spitting venom
Shards of ice
And creating lakes of fire
She began to leave her words uncensored
Not caring who heard her speak
For her words for her and not anyone else
Her words were designed to put a fire in her belly
And a scream in her heart
That she didn't have to take it anymore
If she didn't like someone
She didn't have to be nice
She didn't have to be civil
She spent so long being someone everyone else wanted her to be
The sweet best friend
The uplifting daughter
The sweet and funny girlfriend
The helping hand
Never expecting anything in return from anyone
Then she stopped
She snapped
Her heart broke into a million pieces
And she followed the piece sewn with savagery
And the wild
And all of the elements of the earth
And she knew
That the only way to get rid of her prison cell
Was break the lock and tear the wall down
And let herself be who she is
Who she's always been deep inside
No longer would she succumb to the pressures of being who her family wants
What her best friend wants
What her lovers want
No longer would she take the idea that she needs to be perfect to be who everyone thinks she is
She stopped...
Caring
Caring about if she hurts someones feelings
Because less than often would anyone have any regard over her own
Caring about if a person is losing feelings
Because people come and go hut you will always remain to yourself
You will always... Be.
She stopped lying down a field of flowers and soft pillow like meadow
And started throwing down beds of nails and coal for you to walk across
Slowly and painfully
Because the truth hurts but so does everything
And the pain is the only thing that let's her know she is alive
She stopped
Being the beautiful creature those around her thought she was
And started being the demon
She knew she would become
YOU ARE READING
The Light
PoetryA book of simple poetic pieces that come from the heart. There isn't much punctuation in this one. Read it the way you feel. Read it like spoken poetry if you'd like. Be aggressive, be sad, cry when you read it. But please, don't feel nothing, becau...
