Been delt blows from three to twenty
Escaped the clutches of an abusive mother
Tortured and enslaved by a matron of pain
Don't give me pretty words and tell me to let go
Scars that run so deep that they can not be sown
You can not understand how deep it goes
You can not tell me to heal these wounds
Think you can wave a wand over a pretty head
And making everthing better
I am not your fucking cinderella
Leave me alone
You are not an angel
You can not fix this
It is my flaw to love
It is my anger to brandish
And wave around like a deadly weapon
If you get too close I will shoot you
Don't force me to believe in your sincerity
Don't tell me to live for this life
Don't pretend to understand this pain
I would rather you admit your ignorance
Then tell me to smile and walk away
I will nurse these wounds on my own time
If my emotions bother you
Then get the fuck away
You don't know what this unhappiness is
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WOW.........this is amazing babe.!
The poem is written very well.
Its like an elegy for me, after reading and re-reading this poem i pictured your gloomist feeling occupied in my mind.
I hope this is true poem.
Soo inspiring and powerfully optimistic!
I love the strength and beauty in your words
Great write
and thanks so much for sharing this poem.
Glenn
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Yes, this is a poem about me personally. All of mine have something to do with my life. Thank you very much for the comment.
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