My Story

A Poem by Freya

I want to tell my story
About certain people getting to be sorry
For the evil they've done
In making great things gone
Unnoticed, unappreciated, unrecognized
To them, beware.

Like officials and gentlemen appear they
But traitors and liars in them live.
The great evil I dare say
Must I an applause give
To that truth I swear
To them, beware.

My heart made feeble by taunting smiles
In the kingdom of sorrow glides
Ohh those hypocritical remarks
Those shows of cowardice acts
How could I ever feel relaxed?
To them, beware.

Bit by bit shall I find my way
Up the ladder of success I say
You deny me what truly should be mine
Fierce I got which is fine
They say who laughs last laughs the best,
To them, beware.