Twelve Years Of Pain Poem by Murphy Payne

Twelve years of silence
Mostly in pain
Trying to pretend
Trying to fit in
Twelve years of torture
Mostly by you
Rubbed off on me,
too

When things go wrong
And nothing is said
Pressure builds up
The heart goes dead
Your body gets weak
Don’t want to fight
Soon you give up
The struggle is lost

Friends are no help
They wants to have
Pressures off themselves
And we are the valve
They talk To each other
Like notes on a scale
Its all about us
‘Til the tune formed is theirs

Twelve years of hope
There must have been
A few moments of happiness
To take us this far
‘Cause we can only endure
Until the heart is full
Twelve years of all pain
Would have busted it good