Beautiful Soul

The voices in her head makes her go insane.

She cannot stand the pain.

The pain is like a deadly virus injected inside of her vein.

In one split second, she will go insane.

Making her way through men who wants a piece of her thigh.

Makes her want to cry.

Beautiful soul she has become.

Never will they see the fight in her so they expect nothing to come.

I have lived my life like this girl’s chaos.

Where my life has been put on a pause.

Where my pride was long gone.

This girl and I are the same.

When we look at each other in the mirror, we feel shame.

We do admit that we hate seeing each other.

To love ourselves, why do we bother.

We get pushed into the dirt until we have a mouthful.

With no knowledge of what we are doing with our beautiful soul.

We continue to let the ones who hate us treat us like shit.

And wonder if we faded away from this cold society that we will ever be missed.

We thought about ending our lives in this cold society.

Thinking that happiness is an illusion to our fantasy.

Our beautiful souls had turned gray at one time.

Telling people, we are fine when we were not fine.

I, myself, see this reflection and see a twin.

With a mindset to lose but never to win.

 

Truth Is

Take whats left of me.

You see me as a girl that you can please.

I became that girl once again.

Getting her head stepped on by men.

Men, who don’t know what they want so they play.

With my heart like a tether ball.

Going round and round where there is nothing left at all.

I get bruised all the time.

Wishing whatever he did was a lie.

The potential truth comes out of their mouths may be the truth.

The grey clouds hover over me like no other.

I camouflage my tears with the rain.

Don’t want people to see me cry in vein.

Truth is, I cannot take the pain.

Holding back the tears telling myself I am fine.

Truth is, you were never mine.

Barbie Dolls

The glam and the high life gets  in their heads.

Perfection in the tabloids poeple have read.

Fatty wants to be skinny.

Flipping through glossy magazines makes her happy.

Purging whats left in her tummy will make her look pretty.

Images of perfection are like barbie dolls.

With 5 inch heels to stand so tall.

Standing with their Ken with shimmering white teeth.

Press commenting on how glamorous their ride looks on the street.

Somehow the glam life got to her head and wanted to look like barbie.

But she doesn`t know that barbie had plastic surgery.

So she begins to purge out her dinner.

Because she wanted to look thinner.

In the distance; the sirens become louder.

In the end, the glam life becomes the winner.

Daddy’s Little Girl

The little girl stares out of the window….
Her bedroom was a place where she can dream in colors….
As her parents argue in the background, she covers her ears, because of the sound….
Troubled girl, how young she might be…
Her smile shines so brightly….
Her behavior exudes much confidence…
In her days that was well spent….

Everyday goes by and she still hears yelling…
As her mother slaps her father’s face, that was her true calling….
She yells “stop!” but her voice was too deafening….
The words in her mouth, the parents did not dare to listen….
Tears forming in her eyes as they were covered….
She knew her father would go to his new lover….
She pleads “daddy don’t go!” as she grips his legs and fell to the floor…
He kisses her forehead and tells her she will always be daddy’s little girl……
After, he grabs his suitcase and closes the frontdoor…
Her tears become an ocean of water beneath her and she felt her heart tore….
Her glistening eyes turned to the window and realize that daddys not with her anymore….
The sound of her mother crying….
Felt like she was dying….
Although it pains her to know her daddy left; the sympathy towards her mother crept..
Eyes so innocent sneaked into the bedroom…
Walked to her mother with posture so gloom.. .
Her little hands around her mother’s waist
Made her feel warm and safe
She could smell her mothers scent…
As her mother wiped tears away while her head was bent….
“Oh how I wish she could notice me”
She thought as she laid her head on her mother’s knee….

For The Love of a Grandmother

At times I want to roar, but my knees tremble and my voice becomes weak.
I need someone to guide me through the darkness and nurture my heart with words of wisdom.
To find a person who is willing to do that is so seldom.
For the love of a grandmother.
Will support me like no other.
Understands me for the good.
Even when no one else would.
For the love a grandmother.
Equals the love of a mother.
I am trapped in her arms forever.
Her words leads to success.
Never leads to depressed.
So I will progress.
To earn that success.
In the end, I will thank her for the support.
For the love a grandmother will be cherished forever.
Even if she will depart.
She remains locked in my heart.

Incomplete

I once thought I was incomplete without you here.
Then I realize you didn’t care.
I scratched your back but never have you touched mine.
I should’ve caught that sign.
I thought of being incomplete and being without the one you love.
But then I opened my eyes for the first time and found out love never exist for me to be incomplete.
You had needs
and I offered them to you.
And then it turned out you had a boo.
I thought I was incomplete when you left so soon.
I then noticed that I was not in tune.
My feelings for you had never stayed.
I finally feel complete now that you are way.
Release my inner power that was trapped for so long.
Because a man I thought I had loved had done wrong.