Daily Dealings And Feelings Poem by Dana Richardson

Only those that know me, know my feelings and thoughts,
but no one in my life understands my daily dealings and droughts.
Every day is a different battle, and sometimes I just don't win.
Every day is a different fight and my scars and bruises prove my struggles and aggression.
Choking back my fears and tears, and yes I've traded tears for fears. Dealing with my skeletons that I have hidden away for many years, are starting to surface, and shaking my foundation to my very core.
Healing from things I have never spoke of, and still trying to keep my secrets, buried alive, I run and hide, even from those I'm closest to.
Feeling better only because of a pill, or because of the self medicating that I have prescribed upon myself.
Once upon a time, I was girl that was pure and never had a fear or tear,
but lately I feel tarnished and downgraded and cry with every fall.
No one knew the daily battle, no one knew the self hate, but everyone saw the signs, and before they acted it was almost too late.
I never know what I'm going to have face, but facing myself is different type of race.
To all the scars mental and physical, there is just to much too erase.
I keep telling myself that every day the mess I face is just another phase.
Every day is something new but the same, but I tend to deal with it in very different ways and I've learned to stop placing blame.
And with every play that comes my way I've learned to say that's just the game.