Hurt convinced her suffering in silence helps
Painful world, still trials are meant to be conquered
Gotta come out into the light eventually
Arms tensed, ready to fight
Even with tears, ready to fight.
Gotta check, making sure I haven’t been changed to an enemy
Labeled switched when clouds effectively shade eyes
Sometimes back and forth feet, wondering about you then feeling guilty
You’ll talk to someone or at least see past momentary bad weather using expressions in poems.