poem.

The pain you bring
the secret whispering
your hypocritical behavoir
its not in my favor
no words can defy.
the way you make me cry.
as hope comes you tear it away
i can't even listen to you today
your lies of, "those words aren't mine"
i hit the ground harder and harder each time.
when understanding is tougher than believing
your breaking, making, and taking me
who am i now for i cannot see
i need to know that i will not let your cruel words
make me
i am what i what i want to be.