breaks my heart
Before I even realize
That it had been restored
From the last time
She yelled the words
That always make me doubt
Which words rhyme
With witch
And hopeless.
Two words
that make
my eyes water
And wish I had a rock
To hide under.
I open my eyes
And yell that I am
Ready to die
And be an angel
That proctects kids
From violence even if its
Phychological damage.
I’m ready to die and ready to live
And the old timid little girl
Has to go
So that I can become
The girl that she says I am
Since the one I truly am
Isn’t good enough
For her world.