This Pain Only I Know
Time will tell tall tales
The messenger lies
Within the talent of a lie
Walk a mile with the sorrowful soul
For they know all, see their tears
See my tears. If they only knew
The mama bird within him
Eats a worm, give it away
Only to leave, what he created.
He is a sicken bluejay without no bones
A little boy with a bad bad name
The rebel that brings tears.
But they don't see the bird, the rebel
They see talent and money. With good looks
No ex pain within. They don't see.
Only I know this pain.
Just me
And I hate that.
Copyright © Samantha Withee | Year Posted 2016
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