Some days you just want to give up.
That statement means something different to everyone.

Here’s One Story.

Never offended
Often pretended
Mouth was always closed
But no one knows
Because it never showed
Always felt
That no one would help
Wanted to be defended
Hand always extended
Where was the hand to grab?
Constantly back-stabbed
Fake smile
For awhile
Just a child
Lost
Double crossed
Questioned life
Thought twice
No fear
Mind clear
Still here.