I don’t know why but people are so hard to trust,

Liars are the main heads I want to bust,

Now me, I am hard working,
Now me, I’m physically strong AND mentally strong,
I am strong in all ways,
Now me, I am focused,
Focused on having fatter pockets,
Now me, I care what people say because I want ALL good things said about me only,
Now me, I’ve been through hell and back,
The name calling, the tears, the times I wanted to die and just be forgotten,
Now me, I am important to myself,
Now me, I will spoil myself,
Now me, I’m focused on the things that matter...

There is this girl(me)who writes poems and quotes, but they are deep, strong and tear dropping,
She writes about how she is treated so wrongfully, while all the other girls are treated like angels,
But that is ok because she sees that they’re rotting,
She sees that one day those same girls are going to be worn out and old,
She hears things a sweet girl should have never been told,
“I’m going to better than them than I already am when I’m grown”,
She clench her fists every time she see another girl getting called pretty when she never gets called pretty,
“Am I ugly?” The girl ask her mom, “Liyah, you are so caught up in what you look like, you’re not ugly. People just don’t see the beauty in you, but I do” said her mom,
“Why did you ask?” Asked her mom,
“Because I see how other girls are getting called pretty and I don’t. I get called ugly.”
Her mom replied “Liyah, you’re beautiful in my eyes and half those girls are going to be fat and ugly when they get in their late 20’s and you’re going to look like Beyoncé”. “Really?” Asked the girl,
“Yes really. I mean look at you now, you’re not pretty, you’re beautiful and you will be more beautiful when you get older, and you’ll see”
The girl nodded her head “I guess”
“Liyah, don’t let this conversation lead to more stress” laughed her mom.

I CANT trust no one,
With nothing, not my heart, not my deepest, darkest, terrible secrets,
Not my bad moments,
Can’t trust no one, and my mama taught me that only trust those you told you their secret and trusted you,
Because I’ve been lied on so many times,
I wish I can start over and have a new beginning in life,
God, why do you keep bringing these same, low life peninsula my life? Because I want to get to know new, nice, innocent people...

I’ve been through it all,
The betrayal, the verbal abuse, the mean looks,
The pain and the hurt,
I’ve been in deep situations where my own friends would talk hell about me,
I’ve been the one who always cried with a broken heart,
But people don’t care, about me, about my hurt, my aching, my pain,
To them, my feelings are irrelevant but to God, they aren’t because I know that God will always be here,
My feelings matter to God....

When I make promise to someone I love,
Trust and break that promise,
Even if someone nicely asked me to,
I’ll put my everything into that one promise,
Just for the people I love ❤️