I am not words

I am not defined by other’s words

I am not impact by your comments

SInce a child hurtful words have bruised my aura 

Second guessing who I am to find in your box 

Being free seems so hard

Words of expression bottled up and sealed

Chatting with my father he said don't allow them take your truth

Sadness turns into anger

I put on my mad face just to protect you from speaking 

Because if you do I might explode

Are you okay?

How can I be  

Is it possible to run out  of tears

I know the night is going to be tuff 

When I walk into my dark room 

The smell of loneliness is strong

Home doesn't feel like home