Weak
Trapped in a dark place
Inside herself
Tormented by her failures
Destroyed by her mistakes
She bottles it up
Keeps it from the world
Compacts it and stores it in the smallest part of her heart
Until her heart becomes weak
From the blows it must take
And the baggage it must hold
When none of it is told
She cries at night
Tears stain her pillow
Her parents don’t understand
She feels lost and afraid
I try to help
But she drifts away
Copyright © Chamonique Knowles | Year Posted 2009
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