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Nov 2018 · 456
I am
Elle Morrison Nov 2018
I am a person of forgiveness and second chances
I am not one of firm decisions and stances
I am one who can be easily swayed
So I become one that is easily played
With an open mind and intentions pure
Am I taken advantage of, I can never be sure
And some are not so eager to flip a new page
Some remain bitter and burning with rage
I am not one, who can understand grudges
How you can’t move on, when opportunity nudges
But I live in sorrow, and I live in pain
I radiate sunshine, but live in the rain
I promote to be happy, but am subject to hurt
I treat people well, when they treat me like dirt
You would think it’s rewarding, to see people smile
But when your world is grey, it’s old after a while
I don’t do it for return nor do it for praise
But just once I’d like, to stand in sun’s rays
I’ve had moments when, I’ve felt sunshine’s beams
But in the back of my mind, I know what it means
A shadow is lurking and it’s one of tears
The world turns around and puts me right back in fear
With all life’s great moments being so bittersweet
I am one that’s familiar, with constant defeat
I am one with two faces, one happy, one sad
Some think to themselves, that isn’t so bad
But I am one with a heart, that tugs on both sides
And although I am hurting, I roll with the tides
And the waves pour over any chance of assistance
Still I fight through each day, and I fight with persistence
Though I never know, what each day brings
I treat those around me like queens and like kings
Life suffocates me with such crippling worry
I do see a future, but mine is quite blurry
I can’t see how I can possibly go on
With the overwhelming feeling that something is wrong
People say that they get it, and say that they care
But I am one who’s alone when they say they’ll be there
A counsellor for others, but still no one listens
I am one who’s destiny, is not one that glistens
I’ve searched for solutions, and I’ve searched for answers
Although it doesn’t compare, there’s no cure, like a cancer
I am one who longs for peace, in the world and my soul
But I feel like one, with an unattainable goal
War seems to be forever, it’s a damning belief
It’s proven quite true with my internal grief
I am one who is calling, crying out
And I am one that is filled with doubt
Doubting my chance, to ever be heard
Doubting my chance, to get in a word
I am one that hopes for a listening ear
For you to cherish and hold me so dear
Or at least that you’ll see that your actions are unfair
That you’ll see your two faces, and you’ll be aware
Of your resistance to change, despite what I need
That you’re killing me with your selfishness and greed
I know you’re broken, but I’m broken too
I am one that needs fixing, and you are my glue.

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