Font Color=darkvioletadvice Poem by Jane Meyer

You tell me to focus on joy and light.
Yet, I tend to think of my pain through the night.

You beg me remember when I used to smile.
But I can’t recall that, it’s been such a while.

You ask me what happened to your little girl.
Call me that again and I think I might hurl.

You can say what you want millions times.
Though all I’ll hear are your traumatizing crimes.

And I don’t care what you think you need to tell me
because in the end, I will chose who I want to be.