Every word you used to say
Every lie you made me believe
Still echoes in my head
And when I lie in the dark
All those words scream at me
Of every time you told me
That I was worthless
That I was pathetic
That nobody loved me
That I could never do anything right
And after so many years
A part of me still wonders
If they were really lies after all
Because if my own mother didn’t love me
Then maybe I really am just that worthless
Sometimes there's solace in writing words,
Watching them swoop in gentle curves,
Losing myself in a world of my own--
A peaceful place where I dwell alone.
Among the letters I have myself created,
I find escape from the world I've hated,
And can emerge happily, after some time,
Ready to take on life with this smile of mine.
A lonely little boy
Once wished for a kitten
To keep him company
When the days got hard.
A small broken kitten
Once wished for a friend;
Someone to talk to
When the nights got dark.
Then they found each other.