Alot I'Ve Heard Poem by Jeanette Matthews

I sit in the mist of two worlds
One is hell and the other one is a sad girl
Worlds of wind, balls of flame
Guilty evidence makes me the one to blame
The balls of fire and chariot of rage
Makes me feel trapped like a bird in a cage
I once want to fly beyound my boundaries
Maybe a place where people want notice me
I stretch my words to the fulliest power
Sometimes I want to go away like a lonely flower
I have been told I'm not wanted in this place
You should have seen the tears roll down my face
My happiness make me feel like I'm loved
That's the only part of happiness I'm made of
I cry because there is nothing more to me than tears
I cry because everything is falling within my 16 years