I remember being young and fearless
I was in my mind a protector
Wasn't till I grew older and realized
I thought if I protected everyone else maybe the world wasn't so scary
It wasn't till in my time of loneliness with no one in sight I realized that was a lie
But by that time I was hurting and out of my mind
So I got down on my knees and prayed to God one last time
And till this day I wait for that prayer to be answered
I thought maybe it was my fault
I wasn't good enough
I wasn't skinny enough
Wasn't tough enough to hang with the rest of 'us'
So I molded myself to be like wallpaper
I blended in with the scenery
And in this time I forgot who I was
For I was told when in Rome be a Roman
And with this My identity was Easily Stolen
YOU ARE READING
The Pain In His Words
ПоэзияI live with Suicidal ideation,in other words "Suicidal thoughts ". I write as my way of fighting back.When the world is trying to kill me, and my mind is doing the same.
