It’s only when I need to cry,
When I’m so sad,
That my thoughts become poetry.
And even then,
How do they understand,
That my intentions were never harsh,
That I never wanted your anger directed at me.
Oh how cruel are you,
Laughing when I am drowning in my own tears.
Telling me things that have never consoled me.
You are liars,
Waking up each morning to please your families,
Or even worse,
And though I want to scream,
I’ll only express my feelings to God,
Who alone understands me.
But this is what we’ve come to,
Cruel individuals destroying a lost treasure.
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