Young poetic mind

Are you happy now?

The laughing as I turn, the lies that you have told.

makes me burn,this heart of gold

The pain as you kick my ribs,the names that cut me deep

as I take care of bibs,sometimes losing sleep

You lie and say im a fat,dark and rude

ugly as a rat,stupid and brood

I say the pain is not that bad,I smile at little hands

truthfully I'm sad,snapping like rubber bands

you throw things at me, like food and rip up my art

strong as a tree,being ripped apart

I will not be vengeful, I will forgive

but your a handful, making sure I won't live

now that sit in front of you,bleeding out the truth

what you see is true,you don't need a sleuth

The tears that stain my face,time itself cannot erase

seeing me broken,did you feel happy

with every word you've spoken,I felt crappy

despite the agony I beat the race,yet I am a basket case

you did not rip my soul, though the scars will remain

you played your role, stripped my skin with pain

you hear applause,to an empty crowd

did it give you pause, that funeral shroud

that one did not survive,your performance

they did not strive, nor feel romance

so I ask you again from my lips,looking at you through my hands

my tears leaking through my fingertips, wetting the moistened sand

there is just one question I have for you actress,that your performance that wowed

through this success, are you happy now?