Messages from My Heart

Look into my eyes, can you see my hurt?

You can’t because I don’t want to be hurt.

The expressions on my face have always been the impressions of my heart.

So to say you know me, you don’t and you wouldn’t know where to start.

This pain is more than a feeling it has deep scars.

Many are my afflictions,

I don’t want to be here anymore I want to run away far.

Reality is not what I expected.

But it is what it is so I have to accept it.

Money will never be my king.

But for some it’s the cause of their sins.

Broken and tarnished that’s what I was.

My soul was in distress I was stuck in the mud.

Alcatraz was the next best option.

But I don’t live in the US so scrap that notion.

This is me you see, this isn’t a joke.

My hurt is covered by a big cloak.

Confused and twisted when did I get here.

Matter of fact looking around it all looks familiar.

I know these faces I’ve seen this picture.

Could I have seen it in a dream? No, it’s just seems so real.

A piece of this utopia I want to steal. I hear a voice saying this is your life. “You’re just looking at it through different eyes. Paradise to some is hell to others. That’s why you have 10yr olds that are already mothers”.

I don’t live in a mansion and my car is not extraordinary.

But I’m not your average girl. I am far from ordinary.

Can you understand these subliminal messages from the heart? I’m just being me.

I’m just playing my part.