In her pretty brown eyes
You could see it
Even with that dainty smile
Her happiness
Vanished
She saw
The disgust
As she looked in the mirror
The hatred
Took over
Her self-love
The pain
Changed
Her mindset
Now
She had sleepless nights full of hopes and dreams
Where
Her tear stained cheeks hit the pillow
She was troubled
Her only wish
Was
Becoming an aura that made people think of the color yellow
She remembers when
If anyone asked
She would’ve said
“I’m used to it.”

Now read from bottom to top.

Will you ever pardon
the people you have ******?

Does God love you more
then any human can?

Paradoxical such beliefs
a wounded heart
in a prison of grief..

It you could only forgive, forget
and set your burdens free..

But then again,
that would make you just like me!
Another whisper among the screams..

I forgive you for not forgiven me!

i just want to see you happy,
even if it doesn't
include me.