When you think that one is on your side.
When you believe you were set free.
When one phrase brings the heart hope.
When a word could destroy that all.
They were angry and didn't care.
They were mad and couldn't speak.
They couldn't accept their wrong doings.
So they blamed all on me....
I thought they cared.
I thought they believed.
I thought they knew.
I know they didn't know about this anger in me.
Why can't i cry around some but i break in front of others?
Why is it that when i need to be strong i crack?
Why is it that i bottle it in and never let it free?
Why cant i just be who i was meant to be?
These tears only last a second.
Those words scar a life time.
These tears are meant to fall free.
Those words aren't suppose to hurt.
We were told not to feel one way over something.
We were shunned because they couldn't accept it.
We are told that we are wrong.
We were pushed away from everything.
They said it was tough love.
They said it was needed.
They told me to let it go.
But really it only made my cuts deeper.
What is this suppose to mean?
What do you think?
Or is all of this just a piece of anger within me.
