1 June 2012
I have severe writing block so I'm writing this ditty to give my system a shock.
Opuss has become a place to outlet,
A place to voice my anger, my thoughts and regrets.
My poems are not fiction;
Sad fact but it's true,
And my voice is one of many,
This could of happened to you.
People often suffer in silence,
Have no way to resolve all the hatred an violence.
It boils up and kills you inside,
But opuss has created a place for it to reside.
My demons are starting to rest in peace,
The bitterness and resentment are coming to cease.
Instead understanding is waiting at the door,
With discussion and support hopefully I shall cry no more.
I cry for the little girl that didn't live her life,
Who grew defensive and surrounded by strife.
The girl who put herself up on the shelf,
Scared to admit her Vunerability to herself.
An outward confidence and smile she learned to fake,
For her soul was crushed it was hard to take.
So be this a lesson to all who has read,
There are people in this world who don't care if you're mislead.
Abuse is abundant and all around,
The victims suffer in silence, not to make a sound.
Just Thought • Opuss № I