Apr 07
I am not strong ,
I feel weak and fragile
I am tied of being strong,
I don’t belong,I am at breaking point,
My hands are tied behind my back,
While I beg for respect.
my ankles are shackled
I am blindfolded, I so want to see,
The bueaty that surrounds me,
I am clinging onto a sharp jugged cliff ,
My hands are blistered and bleeding , my heart is bleeding too.
My spirit is broken ,
I want to give up, but if I Stop,
I will fall into the raging sea below me.