Sep 29
Can you see the pain in the picture I’ve drawn,
I’ve even outlined a demon active,
Place the haka of my declaration,
They tried to destroy my very existence.
Hear, the musician soulfully singing,
Everyone loves her captivating voice,
The sadest song, yet the sweetest melody,
Help me,I’m drowning in misery.
I don’t want to be a broken writer,
I want to be seen as a fighter,
They all think I have weird ways,
I’m not begging for revenge,
I heard you call me a drama queen,
Be thankful you haven’t travel where I’ve been,
Acknowled the power of the pen,
You see, it’s how I ease my inner pain.
By Dorothy Maude.