Where Is Love When You Need It? (Made 4/3/2014)

Why do I make people my top priority? I work my ass off to please. It is weird how they don't care with ease. You push, fight, and scratch your way into their hearts just for some one to fake love you. You know it is bad when your mother can't protect you from how hard he hits you or how brutal that girl's words were when she said "Sorry. You are ugly though.". Broken as the night was there for you when a friend wasn't. "Maybe if I can find some one or anyone, they will learn to love me.". My trust for people has collapsed like a town hit by a tsunami. You're so scared of people that you can't say a word. All it is is silence. When will anyone have the capability to love me as much as I can love them?

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


Lizbeth Anahi Ibarra


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