• There are so many things I could say
    I could make a poem of sadness
    or love
    or spite
    but why?
    why would i spend my days
    being torn down
    by those who cannot see
    the true beauty in my words
    the beauty in my heart
    I act strong
    but I am not
    I act like nothing hurts me
    but your hateful words
    when I try so hard
    your actions so insensitive
    how can you do it
    tear me down so much?
    Doesn't it hurt you too?
    Perhaps not...
    if you were truly to see
    the greater part of me
    you wouldn't hurt me so much