Long poems from a short girl

Glasses

put on my glasses this morning

didn't read the label on it that said warning

It was the type called discouragement

didn't need a dictionary to know what that word meant

everyday I'm caught in a dark pit

the people outside mock at me and spit

the people I trusted my parents my friends

don't know about my thoughts and how they never end

the pain and war in my mind has caught me in its trap

I don't know who can help me and bring me back

To the time the war in my mind was nonexistent all there was then was peace

but for now I need my glasses to see