Storm
unheard
because I'm to scared to speak
I guess all your degrading
has come to make me weak
I have so much anger
built up inside me like a storm
I can only say what you will never see
because I know if I speak it will be the end of me
I was banished to a shed for days without food
repeating why you hated me trying to become new
I'm grateful for that shed you see
it put me away from pain
soon the hunger hurt less
I thought soon id be gone to heaven above
that id finally see if love was what I always dreamt of
I found a way to calm my storm
but then the door opened and again I was torn
Copyright © Alainey Craig | Year Posted 2015
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