Looking in the corners
Digging in the dust,
Looking for a person
That I know I can trust.
Finding bits and pieces
Of what I used to be,
Trying to find something
That seems like it is me.
I'm told I do the things
Your not supposed to do,
Asked if I understand
When I really have no clue.
Trying to find meaning
In all thats said and done,
Being told that the battle
Will someday be won.
But what pieces will I have
What scars will I bare,
Freedom is just a word
Pain I always wear.
Soldiers die in battle
Their fight ended there,
The battlefield lays quiet
Theres no piece left that cares.
don't hide your talent hidden talent nice poems I read all of them, lot's of talent, you sound so sad, hope you get happier soon