by, J. Estelle Newlin
With every word I bleed.
Inside I'm silently crying,
My tears water this seed.
Why do you cut me down so?
Why do I mean so little?
Your dislike for me is an obvious show,
My torment needs aquittal.
When will you see me hurting,
When will you stop destroying me,
My soul feels so dirty,
And theres no one to console me.
You push me to the outside,
Into Obvious Isolation,
Sorry doesn't silence the cry,
Or bring close to this desolation.
(Copyright 2003 J. Estelle Newlin)