My body is like a cave painting,
Covered in the work of many,
Telling my tale from beginning to end,
These scars are my history.
Sadness and pain in all directions,
You'd think it could give me a break,
Heartfelt sorrows from good intentions,
Sick of having to be so fake.
Glad to make you happy,
Sorry I made him sad,
Scared I made them angry,
Tired of feeling bad.
You think that all is well,
You think my pain is over,
That was just the first cloudy spell,
Well now the hurt has come in droves.
I heard he got a new gal',
Well he deserves one now,
After all the s**t I made him feel,
Shame that she's a cow.
They were always angry,
Never a good word to say,
Never ever pleased with me,
So I ran to the only place I knew I could stay.
My body is like a cave painting,
Covered in the work of many,
Telling my tale from beginning to end,
These scars are my history.
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I guess I made this quite confusing, but basically this poem is written for my mum but I have aimed parts towards other people. I hope this helps! please vote and comment! xxx
