Me Poem by carolyn oclaire

Behind this wall lays my soul.

So full of pain and out of control.

Scarde and broken.

But very well spoken.

Behind this wall is my heart.

A heart that beats to be loved.

Just wanting that specail someone.

Behind this wall lays a person who is dieing to be free.

Wanting and needing that complaint understanding.

Behind this wall lays the person that I am.

Always willing to lead a helping hand.

But needing that specail some to take a stand.