Weakness Poem by Kristina Fleissner
Weakness
I feel it.
I feel it lying in my pocket,
I reach in and grab it,
I ask my-self,
Why?
I ask because,
I don't know why I do it,
I think it is an urge,
I think.
I have to do it everyday to be okay.
I don't care that it leaves scars,
I don't care that it makes me bleed,
I don't care that it is not the right thing to do.
I am very paranoid about it though,
I think anyong that looks at me,
Sees Them,
I see tham though.
I think to my-self this is my weakness.
I like this poem.. My understanding of it, is that no matter what u do different to your self everyone is always watching you.. Nice poem..... *Ashley*
YOU BEEN HURT, not by your self, but from a family member..............
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5/2/2024 8:56:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
When you are weak...find your strength in the love of people...and always and forever... be able to give unconditional love to people...especially to those who love you Luv ViDz