Below is the poem entitled You taught me to be strong, The bad kind of strong which was written by poet
Peysakhova. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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I remember way back when,
I brought my diary to school.
You snatched it right out of my hand,
And threw it to your fellow fools.
You guys laughed,
Passed it around,
Until I took it back,
And walked away with my head held high.
I think that was the day I decided to be strong,
To finally be my own self.
But what they said, it still went in my mind,
So the lies climbed the vine right out of my mouth.
Because sometimes there's no more room for scars, not on your hands, not in your mind.
So they travel down to your vocal chords and let you breathe their words out to them.
You are turning into one of the monsters.
But now they stopped.
Cowards, Too afraid to mock me again.
Now I am strong,
But not the kind I want to be.
I have to lie,
And now i'm the coward.