They thought her heart was made of stone
She always aimed for higher
She was born in a burning home
Thinking the world was on fireShe tried to cancel out her bad
By ignoring what was taught
The things inherited from dad
Were the ones she never broughtMaking sure things won't worsen
As she grew and got stronger
Now, she aims to be the person
She needed when she was younger
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my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...