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Anastasia Braun Oct 2020
I know I'm not the only flower in your garden

  Not the prettiest nor most precious

I'm not silly, I could never compete with a Rose or a Lily

But I grow strong  in hopes someday you will pick me

My roots are set deep

So I wait for the times when you tend to my needs  

Feeding me with false hope and watered down excuses

Searching for a light to shine on me

But theses days I've just grown green with envy

I know I'm not the only flower in your garden

I just hoped maybe you'd pick me

Instead you let me wither away

To bloom again for someone else someday
Anastasia Braun Sep 2014
I've been lacking inspiration lately ,
  Jun 2014 Anastasia Braun
Tristan W
Haiku's are simple.
A poem with few verses.
Is all that they are.
Anastasia Braun Jun 2014
I'm numb
Emotionally
Physically
Numb

I feel nothing
But the hollowness
That radiates from my bones
Work in progress
Anastasia Braun Jun 2014
Like this poem

I am a *work in progress
Anastasia Braun Jun 2014
I was forced to grow up
At such a young age
Falling victim to my fathers rage
Held captive in my own home
The one place where you're supposed to feel safe

So they shipped me away
I was confused and afraid
I grew up afraid
Not of the dark
Or the monsters under my bed
But the monsters inside my head

They sound a lot like you
Telling me how worthless
How stupid
How useless I am
Unwanted and unloved
This is how I grew up

Maybe this is the reason I have this hole
Where my heart should be
Maybe this is the reason I feel so empty

Maybe this is the reason I search for love
In a place where love does not exist
Because any kind of love is better than this

This pain  emanates from these open wounds
Which seem to never heal
I dont know what I am supposed to feel

These scars on my heart match the scars on my arms
A somber sign that I am still alive
The blood flows the same way as the tears that I've cried

I never once bit the hand that fed me
in return it was the one
that hit me
A callous kind of charity

I may be big now
But those days I still feel so
Small
I tell my self
I am strong
And I have come a long way
This path may not be smooth
But I choose to make it through
No matter what they say I cannot do


I am worthy of love
Work in progress
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