In the deepest slumbers I hid myself from wondering eyes in the dark cave further and further I didn’t want anyone to see the type of person I had become a person that lost all right to call my life my own raped , used and all alone in a corner I sat crouching down with my arms wrapped tightly around my knees how could anyone like me when I hated the ground that my blistered feet stepped upon
Reason for writing:
I think there comes a time when everyone hates the person that they are..when you step outside of yourself and look at you and the things you done can you live with you conscience can you like who you are there are times when I can'tBirth sign: Aries
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