This poem is called "Hidden Tears".. Hope you like it.
I've learned how to cry silently,
cause tears are proof of weakness.
I know how to sob quietly,
so no one will hear and understand.
I'm a master at turning away in time,
so my tears continue being hidden from the world.
I easily mask my sadness with anger,
while all I want to do is to brake down in a dark corner,
and cry my heart out.
Into the rage I go,
and you call it an attitude,
when all that's left of me,
is an empty shell,
of a misunderstood person.
I often close my eyes,
and picture my inside all thorn up and broken.
I can feel the tears finding their way down my cheeks,
and with every tear,
my heart bleeds a little more.
Forgiving is easy,
but forgetting is another story.
There are permanent scars in my soul,
caused by you who without thinking ripped me in pieces,
and stomped on me while I was down,
hurt.
You refused to listen to my voice,
while you demanded me to be quiet,
and be filled with your deprecatory talk.
Over and over again I was pushed down,
like I was an useless person,
that did everything wrong in your eyes.
My tears kept coming every time,
but they were no man's tears.
I guarded them like treasures,
like my precious pearls that should be forgotten,
and put to the past.
My heart still filled with sadness,
wanted to shout and protest,
but I shut it down,
and became isolated.
They all turned from me,
and became enemies.
Still they didn't see,
they didn't understand.
She's got an attitude,
they labeled me without hesitation,
and got frustrated with me.
My anger and sadness grew,
but they never saw,
they never tried to.
Time has gone by,
and still the ones with whom I'm blood bound,
don't see me.
Unknown Wild
- 16 years, 10 months, 10 days ago