Destiny Cutie


My Year


Coming in completely unknown
Never wanting to be alone
Only wishing to be shown
That i have truley grown

Hearing lies from all the rest
I did what i thought was best
Just going on my own quest
But not ready to detest

I tried my best to run from all the pain
But it's a part that will always remain
Revealing my secrets through this pen
Never wanting to show who i really am

Trusting only in a few
But my feelings only grew
Not truley knowing what was true
I went through it all without a clue

Never wanting to ever bleed
Only having this never ending need
To be strong and plead
That one day i shall be freed

Submitted: Sunday, March 31, 2013
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