My Story, My Pride

A Poem by Abigail

From the bottom of my heart

My Story, My Pride

I have so much pain and hurt bottled up in my heart
Nobody, not even I seems to understand
I don't know how I'm so young, yet so old
Time has flown by so quickly
I don't want to go down this memory road

So much happened, there was no time to be a child
Too much to keep up with, too many emotions to hide
Too many plastered smiles, too many lies
I'm tired of it all, yet it's so much easier to be stuck

I don't want to forget my anger and hurt
It's my pride
The fact that I'm holding on to the pain
Depending on the healing power of time
My friend tells me it'll only make it worse
I don't believe
How is he any different from him?

Don't try to make it any better or worse than it already is
I'm quite satisfied
I don't need a twist in the plot
Let the sleeping dog lie
Don't tell me you've heard stories worse than mine
Trust me, none could ever be like mine

Don't pity me, don't try to change my mind
Don't tell me it's the anger speaking
I don't want to hear your side
Just let me be, please
I'm struggling enough
Yet I won't admit I am, I won't let you break my pride.