PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

They tell me i dont have to be perfect,i have to be me, that i shouldnt worry about how others see me.

Well what they dont understand is as a child, all you ever want is to be loved, to not feel as if you are a regret.

All you want is to feel compassion, to feel love, to feel you are the only thing that matters up above.

But When you grow up in a house that is so dark and cold, you nobody to hold you close,

nobody to wipe the tears away, when all you do is cry in fear of the next day.

The days where lonely, when i had nobody to stand by myside. Nobody to protect me,

or stop the beatings that where delt upon me. Nobody to stop the bad dreams, nobody

to comfort me, nobody to protect my brother, i had to stand and protect another.

I had to wrap my arms around him, and take the beating for him. Nobody to stand,

and tell him, i love you, nobody to stand and hold that little boy, that cried and asked,

why does he hate me into the night? I had to hold him till he feel asleep, and hope

one day would be better.

Nobody understands whats that like, to feel alone, and cry all night, to be afraid day and night,

not knowing what would set him off, not knowing what would make him snap.

Day dreaming of how to run away, but instead stuck in this life today. Without a way to escape,

i had to pray that god would send some help my way. But the prayers did no good, there was no

help to send. No help to stop this pain, god why cant you make this hell end? take my life,

take my heart, make this pain go away, and make my smiles start.

Years passed, time went on, i grew up and wondered on, when will things change,

when will i be loved today? When wil i be understood, when will i be someone to be proud of?

I try so hard, to make you see, im not as bad as you think, give me a chance, and let me shine.

But that never happened, and wont in time. People say give it time, things will change, forgive and forget,

i cant forgive, i cant forget, the memories haunt me like ghosts on christmas past. I cant forgive, my heart is heavy,

full of pain, and depression isnt easy. Ill never feel the love that i should have been granted at birth, i will never feel,

compassion, i wiil never feel proud of, cause your just a monster, a monster who created me.

They tell me i dont have to be perfect,i have to be me, that i shouldnt worry about how others see me.

Well what they dont understand is as a child, all you ever want is to be loved, to not feel as if you are a regret.

All you want is to feel compassion, to feel love, to feel you are the only thing that matters up above.