SighA Poem by therisaKnew Before I started Upon this journey Of mine. Life Would be tough But not like This. Of Having my heart Ripped to shreds By those Close to me. Truly Becoming an outcast In every sense Of the word. As I finding myself Forced to adapt To so many new rules And expectations As a woman. But Hardest is The loneliness Of my heart. As Silent tears Flow. © 2013 therisaAuthor's Note
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