I Sweared To Be Different Poem by Karly Jaye

My load was heavy enough to carry,
before you placed yours on top.
Every instance of my past has spoiled my heart,
now it rots.
Simply because it's been painted gold for the essence of your being,
doesn't disregard the fact that I'm still gasping, not breathing.
But who really would take the time to question every scar?
To know where you're coming from,
what exactly makes you who you are.
I sweared to be different,
to mend a broke heart.
But you can't fix what is broken,
if its never been placed in your palms.