[poem] Suffer in Silence

True colours are shown.

A trust has been shaken,
Respect has been lost.
A heart that was open,
Now closes and locks.

A mind that is cloudy,
And wants to be clear.
The sun wants to break,
Through that misty mire.

A soul that is beaten,
Battered and bruised,
Has no chance to heal,
And no choice but to deal.

It suffers in silence,
Though it would rather not.
It wants to let people in,
But is too scared to try.

Where others are supported,
this one is reviled.
Labelled and misunderstood,
It suffers in silence.

So it writes down its pain,
But it does not salve the wound.
It only makes it dwell in agony
As it suffers in silence.

It just wants to be happy…

It just wants to be free.

[poetry] The Real Me

Please!

For the love of all things good.

Heed my simple words:

I don’t have to be pretty.

I don’t need to hide behind

Layers of makeup that don’t

Show me in the least.

I don’t wear the latest fashions.

I don’t drink or go to clubs.

I am who I am and my inner beauty shines.

I’m sorry you don’t like this

Or the way I do my hair.

I’ll never be the cookie cutter girl

And I’ll never do what others

Expect me to do.

I will never be perfect.

I will never be thin.

I may not be accepted but truthfully?

That’s okay with me.

I never claimed to be perfect.

I’ve never claimed to be neat.

I prefer comfort over the latter.

And hey, I like those books I read.

I don’t need your insincerity and

I sure as hell don’t need your drama.

There’s only one thing that I

Could ever want in this world.

I want the world to see the real me

In everything I do.