Frank Pulver Poems
Do you know how it feels to:
live a life full of fear?
be told that you’re stupid and useless?
have someone hold a grudge against you?
fight for acceptance?
see that suicide as the only option?
try to reach for help and it seems like no cares?
be chocked or slapped every day?
be physically assaulted every day?
Well if you answered no, then you don’t know what I feel every day.
I am being abused.... mentally, emotionally and physically
From the first time that I stared in those stunning eyes
Something hit me like it was a surprise
It was strange that I saw and felt like this from the start,
I could see the true love for life that you had hidden in your heart
The joy from your soul;
I could also see that hiding it from others was your main goal