Makayla Straight

Rookie - 40 Points (I was Born in Tuscon Then I moved to Phoenix)

I Am Weak - Poem by Makayla Straight

Will I ever be okay?
Today I looked in the mirror
All I saw was the mask
That everybody else sees
I cant even be myself when its just me
I paint this smile
I laugh off my tears
Nobody sees this
Sees the pain that I am in
I hide it
Its all I ever known
It was never okay to shed tears
That was my weakness.
So now that my tears pour
I feel so ashamed and weak
Why am I crying?
I dont even know
So much is going through my head
Nobody understands this pain
The bruises on the inside hurt
Yet I have to walk to the pain off
Act like nothing has happened
For all you know nothing has happened
Nobody has bothered to care
So why start caring now
Life has me going crazy
Its up and down
Mostly down these last couple of months
It feels as if I can never do right
I screw up all the damn time
It does not help
When I look in the mirror
I hear the voice of discourage
Calling me names
Telling me I can never do it
I am a failure to life.
Whats even worse
I start to believe it.
I do not know how to stop it
But when I try to block it out
It grows louder
Making my tears pour even more
Yet I still convinced crying is bad.
It shows too much weakness
But maybe
Just maybe thats me
Maybe I am weak
I just need to accept the facts.


Comments about I Am Weak by Makayla Straight

  • Adam Reed (2/23/2013 10:23:00 PM)


    some have pain no one will understand. sometimes that pain gets the best of us. ive been struggling lately too. asking myself the same questions, listening to that same annoying voice of discourage. still, weak is not a good word to describe you. hurt maybe but i dont see weakness in you. (Report) Reply

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  • Jessica Hepner (2/4/2013 12:18:00 AM)


    My Child you are not weak you are strong, you have power you dont even realize you have yet. You are not doing anything wrong. And besides if you were doing everythng wrong who cares this is your life and it is about you, and what makes you happy. If someone has a problem with you or what you do, fuck them. They can just deal with it, and either exceot you for who and what you are or dont acceot you at all. You are strong, You are my child. You are strong.... I love you and I am so proud of you. Love, Mom (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 3, 2013



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