Pain not SEEN

Loosing it beyond control,

The story of my life,

That no one knows.

I love to sing,

I love to write,

The pen in hand,

I hold so tight.

Poems with love, happiness and joy,

Sorry but that’s not me.

That would be some one else sweet pea.

Darkness, sweeter then hell,

Lies, nothing like a fairytale,

Is what I write,

So come with me,

As we all say good night.

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I look out the window,

Of this old broke down house,

I remember what it is,

That I was all about.

I open the closet door,

And hold my small head high,

Because if not,

I am bound to cry.

Nothings apart of me,

In this old empty house,

Nothing but the blood shed on the wall,

Tears, no happiness at all.

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Like a caged bird I sat and I sang,

Of freedom, for life that I may lead.

Like a caged bird, I sat and I wrote,

Stories of a life, that everyone took as a joke.

Now though, I’m sitting, here.

Loneliness, compressed by nightmares.

Daddy don’t hit me,

Daddy please stop.

Eyes rolling,

Heart not.

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I’m hiding a life you see,

One of bitterness,

No drink of sweet tea.

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I’m crying,

But no one knows.

My hearts flying, beyond that rectangle window.

Now I’m looking in here you see, a life that I was supposed to lead.

I hold my head high,

As I walk down the stairs,

This is where I begin the night mare.