Anne Marie

I am not weak, I am strong,

And I’ve known who I am all along

I’ve survived sexual assault,

neglect and abuse,

I’ve been treated wrong,

And I’ve been used.

All I’ve ever wanted

was to feel like I belong

Somewhere, anywhere,

a place where I may be,

Where someone

would say to me

that they love ME

That I’m capable

of being loved

That there isn’t something

wrong with me

Because you see that’s how she

Was treated by many

Like she wasn’t treated well

worth anything really

So all she could wonder was-

“What is wrong with Anne Marie?”

Could it be that she’s too open

That she lets so many in

To give them glimpses

of her lonely heart

To express her love

through her writing and art

To make people smile

and feel happy again

To bring a little

light to this world

instead of pain.

The problem is,

the hurt still remains

Because the world

can never truly appreciate

her strength and her resilience

Her passion and fire

Her big dreams and strong desires.

What a world we live in today

That we can’t say what we mean

and mean what we say.