Those salty bitter tears
Come form my many fears
A fear of not being good enough
And the expectation to be treated rough
...
The sun continues to beam down
I slowly lie myself on the ground
I gaze up at the beautiful sky
Tears fill my eyes as I begin to cry
...
I am a young poet, only 14 years of age. When I was about nine, I was inspired to write poetry by Maya Angelou. Ever since, I have not been able to stop writing poetry.)
There Is A Reason To Cry...
Those salty bitter tears
Come form my many fears
A fear of not being good enough
And the expectation to be treated rough
Of those times when no one is there
Someone telling they don’t care
Care about how I feel
How there is no way without a will
To continue to produce a fake smile
And how it will only be there for a little while
Now that my tears have stopped
And all of my pride has been dropped
I will hold my head up high
Hold in the urge to cry…