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Pieces Of The Truth


The stars and moon shine above,

A soft breeze blowing across the memories of home,

Of adventures through the trees with animals all around

Memories of what was, of pieces already found

 

The calm disappears with an explosion of orange

A sunrise, welcoming a new day, a new world

And a new piece added to the puzzle of life

 

It is cold,

The morning chill spreads through the room,

As if it is an angry mob

And I, I am the focus of its anger

The voice is loud, 

It screams inside me but no one hears 

It cuts through me but no one sees

 

I step outside and face the sun, 

Its penetrating rays reaching my core

Thoughts whirl and race across my mind, 

A wild mustang trapped inside,

Thoughts about the twists and turns I have endured

About the heartaches and stomachaches,

The cuts and scraps,

The talks and cries,

The pain and despair,

About all that I will endure

 

The voice controls me

It vibrates through me, shaking everything 

But it's never enough

It cries to be free

Free from this prison

From my body, my mind, my life

 

The voice says I’m not good enough

I'll never make it

I should just give up!

But I can’t

I keep fighting, screaming

 

Society tells us we are fine

My family says everyone feels like this

Society smothers our mouths,

Tells us that we aren't hurting enough, 

That someone else is worse off and they are more important,

 

We don’t deserve help

We don't struggle enough

 

“When will enough be enough?” I scream,

A shout that creates stormy clouds

Will enough ever be enough?

The storm builds and boils filling the sky in my mind

 

Will someone see me for who I am, pain and all,

Instead of who they want me to be?

 

I take a step toward the sun and feel them

I feel the shadows surround me,

So full of hurt and loneliness 

Of blood and tears

Of self-consciousness and doubt for a bright future

Shadows so full of words and rhymes

About stick and stones, 

As if anything could hurt more than words

Spoken or not,

They weigh us down as their thorns tear our flesh.

 

Life is unfair or we are unfair?

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