Poetry Book

Three

With A Price  26/01/2020

You can tear me apart
Kick dirt in my eyes
I did everything you said
But yet I still pay the price

Why? What did I do wrong?
I never wronged you
Believe me, I know
The cruel things you do

Not only to me
But to them
They look fine on the outside
But are suffering from within

I had to stop
All the things I love doing
You did it, made me drop
But one thing you can't take
Is writing, that's my life

The way I express myself
How I learn, how I grow
It's my drive
It's why I'm alive

So let me pay the price
Not them, the innocent
I'll take the pain
Because someone so fragile
Would never stand a chance

The sharp claws of the older's
And the soft heart of the younger's
This isn't a fair game
Tell me really, who would survive?

Unfortunately, education comes
With a price; the price of unhappiness
For many of us, this is true
While others see emptiness
Without it

A. E. S