You became a beast.
Face soft,
now creased.
Anger bottled
through the years
Bullied, rattled
Painless tears.
Help didn't come
As no one knew
As you walked
In the fire
And the words
They threw.
One day the heavy bottle breaks
You are emotionless
and lives you take
You stopped their words
But not the hate
You should have talked
Now it's too late.
Situations can hurt a lot
Talk about it, stop the rot.
Don't let hearts cease
Remain yourself
They have the problems
And you've got to tell
Your face is soft
Don't become a beast
There are just a minority
Their faces creased.
YOU ARE READING
Happier a little sad.
PoesíaThe book title poem, happier a little sad is a reflection of when find that if I am totally carefree, which isn't very often! That I do not get any inspiration for writing poetry. I wrote this poem that explains it. *********************************...
