striving to be my best
thinking I've made it
but you knocked me down
I built my alphabet block tower up
it almost reached the ceiling
then along you came
the bully of the nursery
kicking it over
with malice
but I won't let my tears show
not here, strong willed
I won't cry until later
streaks painting my face
like the brush strokes on canvas
this is a sad portrait
the gray of my world
reflecting through my eyes
just one more time
one more to add to this list
the list of ways you've hurt me
I was young and needed guidance
a fawn lost in the woods
you left me there
to fend for myself
Struggling I found my way
finding that I didn't need you after al
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