The years of resentment
Getting beaten up from the kids
Having no one to turn to so you talk to yourself
No one to help you so you look at a blade
I had to act strong
In times where my family was falling apart
I Act happy, even tho I just wanted to cry
Every little scar, memory
everything that hit me in my life
I've dealt with on my own
I've cried myself to sleep
I've picked myself back up and wipe my tears
I have grown from things that break me
I'm not the same anymore the old me was gone
I was once so fragile
that when someone even said hi I got scared
But that not me anymore the old me died
People say I look weak and can't defend on my own
With everything I dealt with my life
I can probably handle about anything and make it
Don't just look at someone and assume there weak
You never know what they have to deal with
They probably stronger than they look
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
