The Writing Is On The Wall Poem by Amy Kerswell

Here I am all alone.
Keeping in all I have to say.
All bottled up inside.

Can't someone see me crying here?
I cry here everyday.I want to tell out why;
why I sit here and I cry.

But if someone gets to know why.
The real reason why.
I 'm crying from the pain,

If you're wondering why I'm feeling this,
you'll just have to continue to wonder.
To me it seems so clear;
I feel it's written on my face.
But the words I cant speak.