It's fine, You know,
To let those scars show
No one can judge you here
Let them see every tear
Because all they show
Is every blow
You took without sound
And every pound
You lost trying to fit
In with those cigerates lit
the judging dead eyes
And whispered lies
You let them overtake
Every action only makes
The voices louder so listen
Not to words that glisten
Softly under light
Listen only To those in sight
Harsh word with meaning
Not soft that lack feeling
YOU ARE READING
Use Your Words
PoesíaThis is a poem about the words right here in this book. Watch me laugh and smile then take a look Into the deepest corners of my mind. Please don't fear for what you might find. Don't cower from the truth. This is my revolution. I refuse to be silen...
