To Be Heard...

            What defines me Pain, Solider, Wise, soft, child?

Tattooed with my past on my back and the world on my shoulders,

Broken by the pain of knowing where I came from, but relived to know I won’t go back.

I see myself for who I am, not what they want me to be

I am weak by vision but strong in definition

I fear what my future may hold I constantly have nightmares of my mother killing me

I believe I won’t make it in life I’m not that smart, but very wise for my age although I have stellar good looks I can be ugly sometimes on the inside.

            What defines me is the fear of being alone because I’ve been alone all my life!

I may have a pool of people surrounding me but nonetheless I am Alone!

The hurt I feel when people up and leave me.

You may think I’m always joyful but no one, not even myself knows what turmoil I have going on inside of me.

The most gorgeous person with the worst past of being neglected, verbally and emotionally abused, with abandonment issues that I cannot control.