I look out my window the rains pouring down
I can't seem to turn this frown upside down
آپ moved far out of town
Now I have no one around

I used to love آپ
Sadly آپ don't love me too
Pain and agony runs through me
So much آپ can see

But not you, آپ only look for my happiness
but I'm out and in distress
آپ want the green fresh from the press
I just want to be better than the rest

Attention is what I want
But all آپ give is a load of taunt
Are آپ ready for love
Not really, so I'll get a dove

A dove's the bird of passion and feelings
But آپ left me to rot like a banana's peelings
Sweet lover, I miss آپ
Do آپ miss me too?

Sweet Lover, give me your all
Don't let it fall
Give me a call
I get nothing at all

Sweet love, Goodbye
I will love آپ always *sigh*


Signed,

Your Sweet Lover

My دل is filled with sorrow and pain
آپ hurt me for your own gain
But I'm moving on to greater things
No matter how much your words sting


I'll always love آپ
But why couldn't آپ say I love آپ too
Keep moving is what I tell myself
Crying my eyes out all سے طرف کی myself


I'm gone for good not coming back
Go in the closet my clothes are off the rack
My pain goes with me wherever I go
I wanna go back but my دل says no


Tell me do miss me
Probably not because your searching for your key
Don't آپ miss having me around
If not then but now too late I'm out of town

Sometimes I don't understand
I disconnect my دل and my head

why
why things happen to the people they happen to
why people hurt other people
why we, he, she got hurt
why آپ hurt me the way-
pardon me-the ways آپ did
no twelve سال old should be hurt and treated the way I was
no one should be hurt and treated the way I was
and I know I danced around the truth
and I know I covered up your tracks
your lyin', cheatin', abusin' ass

آپ hurt me
but, as they say,
pain demands to be felt

Shard of glass
drops the blood
Could have saved me?
No one
Empty promises
washed down the drain
Memories cut deep
harmful even in sleep
I'm always alone
in this broken home
There's to much blood
I'm not safe
in this nightmare.













~Kayla


















What did آپ think? Tell me in a تبصرہ یا send me a message, please.

My family tells me that
i'm very open minded with
the things that i've written out
inside my journal of poetry.

until آپ read the compelling
poems آپ will understand
why my journal of poetry
was written the way that it
was,

I don't want people to
look at my journal of
poetry and discriminate
the tranquility of this private
diary has to influence so many
people who tend to read it.

People around me doesnt
seem to understand why i'm
writing this journal in the manner
that i am, so they can understand
why my poetry means the way that it
does to me,

Is it okay to be
.....unwanted?
I go to mami,
To see if she
Loved me.
"you should
Be old enough
To know that
A girl who
مزید belongs as
A maid at a
White house
Because she is
A Mexican like
آپ that I don't
Love you. I
Never wanted you"
I go to papi who
I call often.
" papi do you
love me?"
Papi said,
"How could I love
A girl like آپ who
Is half the white race?
You'll bring dishonor
To my familia. I
Never wanted آپ I
Never did."
So I lay down on
My foster mothers bed
With tears in my eyes.
My new mami loves me
But why couldn't my
White mami love me?
Do آپ know how it is
To be unwanted? I do...
But know I am found....


Note: this short story is fictional. :)