How do I sift through the pain and sift through the rubble

Of a girl left behind with hope burst like a bubble.

With no beginning and no end of the issues infused

Look right in my eyes, yes, I have been abused.

We are told to be unique yet forced to feel the same

Keeping up a front, to stay in this life game.

Sick of being told all I’m feeling is wrong

I try and pretend but can’t always be strong.

Staying 3 steps ahead of emotions so raw

Looking like a camel waiting for the straw.

The straw that will break my soul and my back

Sincerity and kindness aren’t things that I lack.

The golden rule stays steadfast in my heart and in my core

While the past seems to keep me vulnerable and insecure.

I guess I’ll remain the girl with the broken smile

Each day feeling like my heart is on trial.