Is there's something wrong with me,
I know I been through a lot,
But really, is something wrong with me,
Why would I let all those things happen,
Maybe I didn't or don't have no control of my life,
Maybe I don't want t have control over my life,
People always called me stupid,
So I ask this question, "Is there's something wrong with me?"
And there's no possible answer,
Am I living the right life,
Why did I get bullied from the start of my life to now?,
Why do people insist on bringing back those horrible times,
And do I deserve this ? Do I deserve to be hurt just because of one small mistake? I been asked this question a lot, "Are you slow?" And I just shake my head no.
It hurts being called stupid or slow because of my kindness,
People take my kindness for weakness and I hate it,
They think I'm in some medication but I'm not and don't wish to be. . . And this is the question I been needing the answer to

When will I find someone who bring out the good in me,
When will I find a good luck charm,
When will I be so happy to wake up in the morning time,
When will I believe God is real and he exists,
When will I be the old me again,
When will i find happiness,
Will I ever be happy,
Will I be that inner child I always were,
When will I hav a chance to breathe again,
When will I have so much hope and faith. . .

I wanted to die a long time ago,
And I kinda want to die now,
My life is in the palms of my hands,
But I just want to vanish, quick,
People in my life try to destroy me with their words,
And it works,
People don't care how I feel. . .

We can only dig so deep
beneath our skins.
We are merely animals.
I am a women with possibilites,
an apple one in a million hunted
My mysteries are to remain legend
And I intend to keep it that way.
© Salamasina Talaepa
#CriticalSamoanPoet

Just expect sun
     to come every morning
and nothing else

The earth is so generous ,
it has given us all
so many things , each so precious
without charging us any toll