Dark Nights
On dark nights, in cold beds I cry
Tears of purity, tears of asking why
I cry with questions, Do they believe in me
Do they let me even try?
They don’t understand My effort
They can’t solve my Darkness
Bleeding with agony, I fall in pieces
Pieces that are hard to be rejoined together
Pieces incurved, sharp, Broken
Never meant to be joined
People try to take the best of me, go away
Feelings just thrown away
Not even give a thought about my tragedy
My tragedy, my misery, my life…
If I messed up, I’m the bad guy
If I did good still I’m the bad guy
There isn’t a thing in them
That says: it’s ok
It was a mistake
I didn’t mean too, no you did
How come are you crazy?
Is it craziness that causes mistakes?
Or is it their attitude that makes no sense
Sometimes I think adults make rules
Rules about what is right or wrong
No sparkle in their eyes
No passion in their veins
They’ve lost the motive to feel
To sense…., to forgive!
Copyright © Louzana Nubani | Year Posted 2010
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