Her Pain

She doesn't know why she feels this way,
but she doesn't want to feel it another day.
It keeps on pulling her down,
turning her smile into a frown.
makes her feel like a child without their mother,
like a sister who lost her closet brother,
like a bird without its wings,
like a girl who loves to but cannot sing.
To God she cries out her pain,
but the same she still remains,
all she wants is to be glad,
instead of angry and sad.
she went to talk to her pastor,
though pain would go away a little faster,
pnly to find things go by slow,
with her self-esteem so low.
she feels worse for all she's done,
all she wants is to have a little fun.
She doesn't liek just sitting around,
laying there crying on the ground.
she wants her life to be different,
she feels she's going off the deep end.
she feels so lost and confused,
always hurt and being used.
she doesn't know what she can do,
to herself she can't be true.
She wants to know why God allows her to feel this way,
she doesn't know what to think or say.
she asks God, " Why does it have to be me?
Can't you get me out of this misery?"
She doesn't like feeling alone,
she feels theres nothing left that can be done.

* this poem is kinda old...but thats ok...please vote and comment....*

©lisha 2005