Bitter

This is a poem about a trauma in my life and the fear that if I don't heal from it I will become exactly like what people told me I was which is, mean and bitter.

Maybe all my pain is making me sour, turning me gray, making me prideful as the bibles says

I try to tell them I’m just a girl

Who mourns day and night of the death of her strength

And now wishes and dreams for another day wishing this one would go away

I try and tell them I’m just a girl

Who is a bird who’s tried to leave her cage too many times and now dreams of death laying on her back half asleep

Slowly letting their words sink to my core

Reviews

[Hearthsmith]

so beautiful, creative and painful at the same time keep up

[Caroline Maia]

Thank you!

[Nix is typing...]

Wow, I really like this poem! I know a thing or two about trauma, hell, it's one of my favorite songs (By NF). "Slowly letting their words sink to my core," This gave me GOOSEBUMPS! I felt that 100% I really enjoyed this little poem, 100/100!

[Caroline Maia]

Thank you so much!

[Nix is typing...]

You're so welcome! :3