Until You Completely Understand What I'm Going Through, Don't Tell Me My Life Is Not Stressful
how can you look at my life,
and just judge it,
yes i do have stuff going on in my life,
it not as transparent,
but it's there,
i'm reminded by the nightmare,
by the body flashbacks,
don't tell me i don't have much,
i battle them everyday,
but when i do,
it behind close doors,
i guess i hide my problems well,
if you can't tell what it is,
i'm really going through,
i guess im doing a dang good job,
dealing with it and handling it,
if you just don't know,
at times i don't have a choice,
i have to push my feelings aside,
just to deal with what going on,
and when i get back to them,
they coming back harder,
and alot more crazier,
i can't always change what i want,
even though i have to deal,
don't tell me,
that my stresses are nothing,
compared to yours,
let me see you walk a mile,
in my shoes and you tell me,
how it feels to deal with baggage,
that is not so easy,
to just toss to the side,
it's a never ending battle,
that seems to only get harder,
the more i begin to heal,
but healing is the only way,
i can be at peace,
it won't be the end of it,
it just means,
all of what was done to me,
all this hurt and anger,
that i feel,
will stop being so strong,
yeah, i'm waiting for that day,
but i'm still manage to push through,
even if it means i'm crawling,
past the finish line.
poem by Mona Martinez
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