Alone Poem by Kirstie Duekett

I walk around scarred and alone,
I don’t want to be around anyone I prefer being on my own.

Why would I want anyone around?
I would rather protect myself and never be found.

I love the quiet even more when I can hear nature,
My favorite little creature being the grass hopper….

But this is me we are talking about,
And this couldn’t be further from my life without a doubt.

I have been rejected, hurt, chewed up and spat out,
Often bashed until I blackout.

But you know what life goes on,
If you live you must remember not everything is gone.

You have been given hell yes but it was for a reason,
Some live, some die but all of us who have been hurt are here to make others take action.

Those of who can help hear of our stories receive motivation,
To help us, further generations, lead them to the right path and give them the option.