If I share my stories
I wonder how many people would listen?
How many people would understand my written words?
Would they believe that I’ve gone through so much at an age I am?
I highly doubt people will react.
But I guess I can try
To catch a few people attention
Hope they’ll understand me.
Don’t judge me
Keep your comments to yourself
Both the good and the bad.
Because when I spoke there wasn’t much confidence.
And I don’t need you to shatter my knees,
So I have to look up to you with fear in my eyes.
I don’t know whether or not you’ll get others to criticize me.
Belittle me so I feel like nothing.
Because when I share my stories there won’t be much confidence.
But I’ll like to keep the little bit I do have.
So please I ask of you
Don’t criticize me
Just listen and try to understand
What I’m going through
Just lend me an ear
And a small fraction of your heart
I know I can be hard and difficult to talk to.
But that’s because I built up this wall that I need help tearing down
I’m afraid of getting hurt.
More than I already have
But if you give me time
I’ll tell you eventually.
You just have to be willing to stand by me for however long it takes for me to come clean.
Which can take months or even years.
I’ll tell you
How it feel and how I felt
Don’t judge me when I do
Because I was young and foolish
I didn’t know right from wrong
Good vs evil.
I evil take over
Get the best of me.
That was my past
This is my present.
A changed person
I try to make it better
But when I truly become who I am,
Then I’ll tell you who I was