What day could this be with sorrow and bit of chile of cruelty in the air. With no soul to speak and say a word. Not one syllable, gasp of air to let a sound out. A sorrow of pain as stabbed in public lying helpless to the side as bystanders walk blinded by. What day could be joy, love happiness a thank you, a seamless sense of pleasure of gratifying joy. Just a slight release of breath of laughter. No the sun will never rise on my horizon its glory of will never shine. So I have forgotten what the joy the pleasure of happiness has felt the kindness that others has long been gone. In a hostile world my horizon lays upon, a prison of the mind and the heart as been tormented and beaten. The never ending blows to the self esteem. I have had enough of the humiliating words, the pushing down, holding back refraining who I am. Enough I sad I will stand and fight for freedom, to be myself to follow what I believe live my dreams and follow my goals all for the greater good.
-unfinished by Charlotte