How do you know... How will you know that I am here? Am I just sitting here, invisible to you? Or are you able to REALLY see me? See all of who I am? My flaws and my strengths? Don't be afraid of the past, for it made you stronger. It made you who YOU are. I can see that, in myself, being who I am, has caused me pain, jou, success and failure. I have had it hard, when those have had it easy. Can you see me? My monsters and my pain? Although my eyes glitter with joy, my heart has been shattered before. Even though j trust, my trust has been abused by those I have thought would be there. There are three types of friends. Those for life, a season, and a moment. A beating heart is a treasure. A heartache is a treason.
Can you hear me?
Venom and poison, axes and knives, the things you say to me, can impact our lives. Poetry, is a rhyme, and with that disguise, I can kill my pain a thousand times. Pain isn't forever, don't worry about me, for my friend, you see, this makes me as strong as can be













