CurseA Poem by MelodyI have this curse that was gifted to me...I'll make it mine.
I feel like anyone can look at me
and have this need to tell me everything, as if I'm the priest on the other side of the confessional window. I feel like I have the curse that was gifted to me... hearing the secrets of everyone around me. Can everyone just quiet down...Please? I feel like I carry different burdens, things too heavy for my weak shoulders to bear. Can everyone just leave me alone...Please? I have needed to shed these tears, these words, these secrets... And with every letter,syllable,word,sentence that I write...I scream.. This girl can never stop hoping that someday there will be someone to tell her "Cry. Tell me. It will always be okay, somehow, someway." Someday, I will hope this curse will do some good... I have this curse that was gifted to me...I'll make it mine, for now I'll do What I Can and look on all of the days of What I Could © 2012 MelodyAuthor's Note
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Added on August 21, 2012Last Updated on August 23, 2012 AuthorMelodyTXAboutMy name is Melanie. Not the best name. Not the worst. I am a person. Not the best. Not the worst. I am Melanie. more..Writing
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