(*Triggery) Lonley Years

[Polyxena]

I'm angry and hurt,
All the words I can't say.
I'm lonley and sad,
And don't know why.
Actually that's the lie.
You don't want to know,
Don't want to see,
This inside hurt,
That's now outside of me.



These lines are taboo,
I'm sick you say,
But aren't you the sick one?
Causing the pain,
Not caring what I do,
If I'm quiet.
Silence costs too much,
It took my happiness,
And my skin,
And blood.


I have a mouth,
Yet have no voice.
It's what you took from me.
So I use my body,
Then hide, because of you,
But one day,
You will find,
I will cross the line.
And you will know,
How it feels,
All these lonley years.

Poly.

[Polyxena]

Where, oh where
would we be?
For if we were
not we,
We would only
be me.
We is so round
and strong
compared to me,
so simple
and weak.

We will survive,
It's simple but true
Surrounded by many,
Many a few.

Poly.

[Kellie]

Wow..... that is really good...thank you for sharing it here...

[Polyxena]

Thanks, and your welcome... it is some earlier poems.
Poly

[Endorphin]

oo those are good.