Scrap Poems Poem by Brandy Diaz

There are people that everybody ignores, there are people that no one adores, there are people who grew up with no mentors, there are people who get caught in the middle of uproars, what would you do if this life was yours?

Inside this lone cardeck lies, memories and forbidden lies. People have torured them for many years, and it seems that now they find them fears, poeple haunt them with a thrill so fearsome, the memory of a lost dear one and now they find the spirit, to destoy the cards that draw them near it and along with that the memory, of the people who played the game with them, the hopes can finally and truly be free.

Falling is easy, it's getting back up that become the problem, and if you dont believe you can find a way out, you've become the problem.
Once you believe you can find your way out, then you've solved the problem most can't even fathom.