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Best Poems Written by Lynniya Miller

Below are the all-time best Lynniya Miller poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Inside and Out

On the outside, I look as if I am a monster ready to attack any and everybody in sight, I look as if at any moment if you say the wrong thing I could snap. 

But on the inside, on the inside I am like honey-sweet and forever flowing spreading my love to anyone who comes close enough to get to know me my knowledge filling the minds of the unknowing helping them spread their wings and fly into a better future being to them as a guardian angel being a shoulder to cry on using my wings to protect them from the pain of today holding in my pain in exchange for others happiness making light appear from a dark and empty soul 

yes I know pleasing people is not good for the soul so I'm told maybe it’s creating the hole that I so desperately want to fill but to make people happy when I cannot be is what allows me to breathe and let go of a piece of the pain that traps me

wishing to be free I become a black hole absorbing the pain and sorrow of the people I come across even when they cross me I am loyal to a fault loving unconditionally even when I’m hated

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Dear World

Dear World, It feels like you put all of your weight on our shoulders or you're trying to drown us in your rivers, everything hurts and it feels like you’re trying to suffocate us. People say that’s just how you work, Is that true?

 Do you purposely bring us new problems to deal with simply for the satisfaction of seeing our tears flow down our faces like your waterfalls? You do know we all have different weaknesses right is that why we all have different problems, each one bigger than the next. Are you trying to kill us?

 I mean I get it we’re polluting you so you kill us first right it’s kill or be killed we die if we follow your rules and we die if we don’t YOU set our path for success and YOU made the obstacles harder so most of us can’t succeed anyway your two-faced you show so much beauty and yet hold so much pain

 you kill around 6,000 of us a day that’s more than cancer you push us so far over the edge until we end our own lives and isn’t that sad but I bet you didn’t think about that did you, you should think about this before you u kill another 6,000 of us tomorrow Sincerely, Teenagers

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The Rebirth of My Understanding

I used to be the kind of person you could push over the kind of person who would continuously apologize even if it wasn't my fault asking for forgiveness of the cuts and wounds you caused me,


I used to shut the door to the world and cry alone to myself where no one but my pillow could hear me weep 


I used to care about what people thought of me people pleasing my way into people's good graces  I used to be stuck in a rabbit hole like Alice and trapped in a tornado like Dorthy I use to feel like I was trapped in the wrong life like Pinocchio and my whole life was a lie


 there was so much pain in my heart and rambling in my head that for so long I couldn't put an end to it and after all of that I transformed into someone new 


Finally I rebirthed my understanding 
growing wasn't easy but definitely worth it self love was a bottle I drank from which deemed me worthy of happiness and when I started growing I noticed my wolves in sheep's clothing were starting to reveal themselves 


they were enjoying my pain hoping I fed them with my tears but no longer I am now on solid ground to stand on my own two feet I am proud of how far I've come


 and for the first time in my life I don't need anyone to acknowledge my accomplishments or my growth because only I know where I've come from and only I know where I am so now I continue to blossom into who I'm truly meant to be

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Dear Sperm Donor

Dear father I mean sperm donor I really can’t believe you’re washing your hands of me as if 14 and a half years wasn’t enough time without me by the way I'm 16 now for a hot second you thought you wanted me but then you didn't get your way and you dropped me like a call with a bad connection and the way you did it left me breathless 

sitting on the front steps of my grandma’s porch as hot tears rolled down my face ready to pass out hoping I die in my sleep remembering as a little girl I used to wish for you every birthday every Christmas every holiday I asked for you hoping that one day you’d come into my life and stay the saying every little girl wants their father has never been more true than today

I let you in thinking that this time would be different filling myself up with false hope I had the courage to come talk to you even though I knew you weren't trying to hear it continuously begging for your love and affection even though you treated me different 

I still wanted to be perfect for you thinking it would make you stay and want me, hacking apart my body and losing you holds the same pain 

it’s like you only wanted me around to say you were apart of my greatness when in reality you were apart of my depression loving you hurts me and although I still want it I realize that your love comes with more pain than I can bare

I'm sorry things didn't work and im sorry you felt unloved we started on the wrong foot but it wasn't my fault I've spent my whole life wishing for you but maybe it just wasn't meant to be and thinking that hurts me

 one day you will feel the pain I feel and beg for my forgiveness my love and because I want to be better I will forgive you but for right now I'm the angry black woman Tyler Perry himself wrote about...

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Too Young

you're too young to hurt and feel pain too young to be stressed and depressed and too pretty to look so mean…..please excuse my back talk but I didn't know stress and anxiety had an age requirement I didn't know bills were the only thing that could stress you out why do I have to be beyond grown to know what it means to struggle you talk down on my pain as if it doesn't exist beg me to talk to you about my wounds but make me feel as if I'm under interrogation when I do... that's why I lock myself in my room Call me antisocial call me a "teenager" call me whatever you want as long as your happy as long as you think I'm okay closed mouths don’t get fed but neither does an open one because as soon as i say something you tell me I'm too young so what's the point

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A Man's World

As the world turns there's a realization that growing up is apart of life but how do you already get the title of adult as a child watching people leave you and still deciding to chase them seeing men undress you with their eyes caress your name with their lips and touch you with their minds is this what makes me grown a woman a female in a man's world is this what I must get used to people abusing my soul and corrupting my mind possessed to become a slave to a world that I never wanted to be in what is love and affection trust and communication when the goal is beneath my mind and under my clothes to the world my beauty is defined by my body and now I can't even recognize my true beauty who am I…. Who are we as woman in this world thought of only as toys and maids for men let my voice be heard allow my arms to stretch far enough to help other woman recognize their beauty as i want to recognize my own

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The Wrong Kind of Love

Loving has hurt me or maybe I’ve just been loving the wrong people which left me feeling as if I’ve been abused being beaten staring into the eyes of the skeletons in my closet looking war right in the face as if I’m not scared of anything yet still falling over my own feet

trying to make it through the day holding onto my peace my face telling people that I'm the war not to be messed with but my heart begging for someone to love me hoping that one day purpose will course my soul only to be told I'm not worth it

standing tall through the storm trying not to be knocked down better yet drowned holding on to what I wish was peace only turning out to be poison trying to create a doorway for people to get to know me hoping that my knowledge is flowing

trying to teach younger girls to keep their eyes open and legs closed these boys will take your heart and swallow it whole then where will you go traveling as a lonely soul hoping to be revived again love is not a requirement to live but a reason to stay alive don't let love become a reason to die but let it grow inside you make it your backbone stand  on the love you have for yourself and if  you don’t have it build it