Fallen Fruit

When you are bawled with all sorts of insults when the sun sets, Yet you are the uncommonly precious daughter all mothers wish for in the community When your only heart's desire is serenity When you play by the rules but still get your rump whipped like the rest... This is when it gets to you... This is when you feel burdensome, thwarted and pumped up You bleakly want to do anything to escape from the sadness You want to break the silence but you are voiceless You want the chain of the persistent pain ended but you are powerless You feel crowded on your own because the voices will not leave you to live They whisper to you the devil that you are no matter how good your deeds may seem to be You live under the shadows of burdens spit by the tongue The words spoken pile up to be a hillock you must climb to discover the truth on the other side of the only truth you have learned from a thorny heart You yearn for the unspoken for with them you could find a reason to persevere for survival but, The gradient does not get less steeper as you climb higher Every step up higher is a unit less of faith that it will get better Nights are of tears and teddies to the bearer Days are of all misconceptions of a spirit that has vanished Only if hurt could be banished...