Condemning
16 Jul 2010 Leave a Comment
in Poetry
All the voices surronding me, screaming and yelling the same old things
Dramatic, Poor pitiful one, Stupid and many other hurtful things
The ones who harm the most are those we love and call family
Husbands will beat their wives or vice versea
A child will always strive to be the perfection in their parent’s eye
When does the madness stop? When can we stand our own reflection in the mirror?
Don’t quote the scripture about throwing stones without sin
For we are all sinful of harming those we held dear at one point or another
Show me what color is your heart
As my heart is just a lump in the chest
