All Alone
Written by Torrie DeMore
Somewhere far away from this place
where I feel safe
from sharp remarks,
hasty judgments,
and a predetermined fate.
Nor allowed to have my own dreams
or at least to speak them aloud
for fear of serpent tongue
lashing out to shoot them down.
Constantly needing to watch what I say,
though most the time
it should be the opposite way.
Why is it me
forced with crippled dreams,
unspoken thoughts,
from my eyes so this seems?
Am I the only one
who sees her as a raging tyrant
set out to destroy the emotions,
the hopes,
the future
of supposedly her most beloved one?
I am all alone with these fears.
I wish upon no one
to be forced to cry these angry tears.