I put on a strong facade
acting tough and mean.
But I have a softer side
that is rarely seen.
I learned to be strong and
early on I found my voice.
Growing up in an abusive home
I found I had no choice.
This life I have
is mine alone to live
And I often find
of myself I always give.
I've made mistakes
many along the way.
And often seem
to keep people at bay.
I have no regrets though
I wouldn't change a thing
It's made me who I am today
even the pain, the sting.
I built a wall around myself
to try to keep pain out
but love is all I ever wanted
it is what I am all about.
I act rebellious
course and mean
but inside I am as fragile
as a delicate figurine.
Abuse and heartache I have suffered
I have a hard outer core
But I don't want to suffer
that way anymore.
I have a softer side to me
and I want to let it out
I want to be the "real" me
again of that I have no doubt.
Please tell me what you think
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A great poem. It's no easy to let the softer side out. We often act angrily for the way we are treated and abused. It's often difficult to love and trust when we are treated so badly. Good job.
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Thanks! Yes we tend to act angrily which is why I need to work on the softer side! Thanks for the comment
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Nicest side.....soft
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