You strip away my speech and hold my thoughts captive You shove my feelings in a closet You tie me down and tape my mouth hoping that I won’t make a sound
What a lie It doesn’t hurt to try It doesn’t hurt until I am left to cry until I am left
I am betrayed alone and afraid my messages remain unconveyed I am screaming but no
It’s laughable really, how history… how I am slapped in the face by my lack of grace time and time again the abuse is a seemingly infinite…
She is a tree She is strong and she stands tall She refuses to fall Lightening strikes her harshly but her origins keep her steady
Wrinkles dance along my face take the place of a once youthful smile I suppose I haven’t been young fo… My eyes are wise
A cliché to which I can’t relate–… For I am too young and everything is “just good fun.” I am not able to express all I endure,
