I Know The Pain Poem by Paula Glynn

Believe me: I know the pain
I have knowledge of unfair karma
I have painful and happy memories of the past
Resounding in my injured head
I have images of brutal events
That shall haunt me until my 90's

Believe me: I know the pain
I know the long years of suffering
I have memories of aggressive people
I'd rather forget and leave
Dead and buried in the infertile ground
Their innocent screams of youthful excitement

Cruel with their nasty sounds
I have spoken to the red-skinned devil
I know that he tells me the awful truth
The cruelty of impossible happiness
Of upsetting and isolating youth
Where teenagers lie and twist the truth

It is a never ending story
It strikes its painful weapon like a scorpion
To your emotions and to your core
Fear and anxiety impossible to ignore
Knowing you are desolate and poor
Of school life you must endure

Bruises fade away and sticks and stones
Leave you crying in your painful home
Your parents forgetting their own days
In that tough and brutal bloody school
Not knowing you're being taken for a fool
That you are a karmic scapegoat

The world is stone
The world never to be your precious home
But time goes on and makes you strong
Your only choice to step-by-step carry on
Knowing it is possible to be the superhero
And be Arnold Schwarzenegger strong

Memories can never be erased
But time does release us from our pain
From our house that was a painful place
No one ever again spitting abuse in our face
For happiness has replaced pain's place
And now we watch the bullies drown

Their pirate ship disappearing
Into those turbulent waters without a trace
Their clever tricks no longer working
And you now sail away into the sunset
Knowing you've won the game of life
Guided by the universe's magical eyesight.