Story Poem by Isabella Buttacy

Every person carries a story
One they never share
Though they act like they're alright
It gets too much to bare
Unspoken words they need to speak
Are left locked in their chains
And all the thoughts that plague the mind
Left swirling in their brains

Every person lies awake
In the middle of the night
No matter how hard they always try
They can't put up a fight
And when it's late all by themselves
They're left alone to cry
They'll weep until they fall asleep
Or 'till their tears run dry

Every person lives a life
Filled with hurt and sorrow
And all are left wondering:
'Will it get worse tomorrow? '
People always try their hardest
But to no avail
It's a struggle to reach anything
A struggle to prevail

Every person carries a story
Each and every one
But others are oblivious
That their problems are far from none
There are ups and downs in life
This is true enough
So when you're in the darkest times
Hold on to one thing: love