Feb 19
Why,
Can't I,
Bare the truth?
It seems that the trees
Know more of my roots.
For outside,
Is safe,
To no worries or feuds.
But I,
Must hurry,
To a home with no hue.
Can't I,
Bare the truth?
It seems that the trees
Know more of my roots.
For outside,
Is safe,
To no worries or feuds.
But I,
Must hurry,
To a home with no hue.
This poem is personal to me, as it is based on the controlling nature that some parents/siblings may possess. If you can relate to this poem, you are strong and valid.
