POEM #2
I'm learning to live and let live. I've learned from my mistakes. I'm not about to break. Some days I break down and cry, but then I remember. It's not too late to try. To try even harder each day. Each day I grow and all I've got is hope. That is wrapped around throat. All I know is what I've been told. I'm thrown. I'm thrown off the edge. But living seems a lot better than dying. You see I'm trying. I'm trying to find the reasons why I'm crying. I'm dying a little more inside. Each day I find some sort of remedy. Each taste has it's place. On the outside I'm hiding all my expressions that lie beneath this dark core. This cold heart. My dark embrace surrounds me. But when people see me smiling. They are enlightened and then see the light through my darkness.
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