Mourning in its own Light

By Scarlette Roy, age 10
Mourning in its own Light

“Never ending comments
Deadly words killing many and leaving shrapnel to pierce me”

Mourning in its own light

Attention to those unweak

Tenders do not belong here to criticize

Terrains filled with beautiful sounds

 

Hissing the snake like words of the haters

Craning at my thoughts

Everything to love crumbling down

Whatever they say

Antonyms for happy is how I explain them

 

Never ending comments

Deadly words killing many and leaving shrapnel to pierce me

 

Justifying the odds they will try again

Bringing darkness not light

Everything dying

Slithering along my flaws

 

Striking me with pressure

Everlasting hell

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