When times get though, I cry.
When life gets better, life gives you wings to fly.
It’s a black hole full of lies.
When I look in the mirror I see smiling and pain,
Who am I to be ashamed?
Young women with mixed motions
torn between love and hates,
Who am I even to even date?
Have a heart that no one can match
is like being in the dark cold and alone
with no one to hold. It seems to me,
that love could be labeled poison
and we’d still drink it.
It’s sad knowing that I love others
more then I love myself. I always try
to make other people happy because I know
how terrible it is to feel worthless & unwanted.
I think about all that I’ve done and
gone through that no one even knows about
and I get sad thinking that no one will ever know
about all these things that makes me, me,
because no one will ever understand Me but Me…..