hands are covering eyes <br />lips are being closed <br />they're questioning my mind <br />and there my saneness goes <br />the tears burn my face <br />rolling down my cheek <br />i'm questioning authority <br />another day, another week <br />they don't see what i see <br />they can't feel the pain <br />they don't have the heart <br />to tell me it's not the same <br />so why don't they just stop? <br />why can't I just leave? <br />why do all these things <br />keep happening to me? <br />I'm afraid that if I let go <br />my heart will continue to break <br />it's the fear that keeps me here <br />but i'm all about the change <br />because it's me who has to deal <br />its me with the broken heart <br />its me who doesn't know <br />why you keep ripping me apart.<br /><br />Desiree Whitamore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/authority-3/
