The Truth Poem by Astacia Glover

She sits spacing off
Not knowing where else to go
This world is just so cold
No place to call her own

Wondering when the pain will stop
Looking into her mind as each tear drops
Wishing she could be the same as you
Knowing not what else to do

Wanting to be saved by a friend
But no one seems to see the grief within
Her life isn't as easy as she makes it seem
Times are hard, but no one sees

Crying to heal a broken heart
That has scorned a person really deep
Knowing that defeat is the only thing she meets
So alone is what she's forced to be

Her past has a hold that will never cease
The abuse felt by those who were suppose to care
Living in hate's evil stare
Where is the love, lost like the girl whose name is never there