It’s only when I need to cry,

When I’m so sad,

That my thoughts become poetry.

And even then,

How do they understand,

That my intentions were never harsh,

That I never wanted your anger directed at me.

Oh how cruel are you,

Laughing when I am drowning in my own tears.

Telling me things that have never consoled me.

You are liars,

Law-fearing individuals,

Waking up each morning to please your families,

Or even worse,


No-one else.

And though I want to scream,

I’ll only express my feelings to God,

Who alone understands me.

But this is what we’ve come to,

Cruel individuals destroying a lost treasure.



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