Beautiful face and an ugly truth was given out once I saw the abuse.
You were tender, precious and pure but I could tell your self esteem was down and you acted unsure.
Oh, no, I do not pity. I love you even more. I see your hidden strengths. I see your sad eyes.
We will make it
We just have to fight to stay alive.
YOU ARE READING
Junior Year Oh Dear (4th poetry book)
PoetryPoems by me, Allison Petrus. I'll date most the days I write about or have an idea to write of. Hope many of y'all will enjoy.
