before
i was meek,
shy
i was unsure
you always kept me that way
you pushed me down
told me i wasn't good enough
until i snapped and started over
with a new teacher
after
i regained my confidence
i improved
i hadn't before
you hadn't let me
and now
it's funny
how i'm a teacher now
i'm starting off small
just teaching one friend
but it's a start
and i will never
let anyone feel the way
you made me feel
and if you knew
i wonder what you would say
—probably that i'm still not good enough
YOU ARE READING
Raging Storm
Poetry{a storm may last a moment but a moment is all it takes} raindrops can be hurricanes, too. all raindrops end up in the ocean eventually, though. but we will rise again, learn to breathe again, because broken doesn't mean weak. A collection of poems...
