My Pain
My whole life is surrounded by pain
In fact, it's made me who I am.
Having to hide my feelings fills me with sorrow,
as I trudge day after day.
I guess you can say its the foundation of my strenght.
Everything I am today is because of this pain.
I've turned my pain into a rock.
A place where I lean on when I'm tired of faking happiness.
A place I run from when I get a glimpse of true happiness.
I long to feel free from it, but it has kept me captive,
prisoner in chain, yet no resentment; for it has made me strong.
Strong enough to stand in this world
Copyright © Tatiana Paul | Year Posted 2012
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