Youth's Pain Poem by Safiyyah Manjra
Youth's Pain
I am tired of being broken to pieces.
Lied to with shattered analyses.
Wounds of youth,
Are usually the broken hearth which is uncouth.
So I sit here broken hearted,
Unaware of how it all started.
Foolish and absent-minded.
Isn't that how all mistakes are accounted?
For I am nothing but another person,
Out of maybe a billion.
Who felt the hot iron.
What a burn!
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4/24/2024 3:27:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A sad poem and very nicely crafted. Could feel the pain in lines that is so deep. Thanks for sharing.