Differences
A young girl fighting with who she isHer life is an unmagical bliss
With scars on her wrist
Constant blows of this
that and the other
Will she ever pass this shit
Found out she was gay
But in the mist of that day
she cried
Confused by what they say
when you
a young female
is gay
A relationship with to much to handle
A secret scandle
Lost so much shit that theres to much shit on her mantel
A baby to watch and a woman to be
The world got big
" Oh shit is this me? "
Words she said because it's to dark, to dark to see
Could this be?
A girl with dreams is dying
To hard to wake up and flee
Arguements is all she hears
Loves not fear
or so she thought
Love has steared, steared her wrong
Hiding herself behind soft tears
not outside but in
What to say and what to do
Try to be happy or try to be true
true to yourself
Open her eyes of blue
or keep them shut and wonder
" What do I do? "
How does she ask
ask for help
She is scared to run but wants to remove the mask
So hard to imagine how hard is a simple task
She want first but gets only last
Harmed and unwanted thats what she learned from her past
Nothing last
But she is stuck
Stuck like Chuck
Who is Chuck
we never know
She wants a life
Where she doen't have to duck
duck and cover
Close to her mother
And loves memories of her grandmother
How does she breath?
How does she leave?
Would all your answers change if i told you she was me?
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