Holding onto anything too tightly is never a good thing, so why do we harbour the ill others bestow? The young poet beautifully expresses this through her heart touching poem.
There is anguish and anger in my eyes;
Tears roll down my cheek.
I spread my wings to soar high,
But soon my wings are cut down by a glass piece.
All my frustration and pain
Buried deep down inside my lil’ heart and brain.
I’m in a room filled with light and brightness
But it seems I just cannot get out of this darkness.
Comments and criticism in this big world;
Is never going to end;
It is I who take them in a positive way
And just make them my strength.
Come to me problems, come to me challenges;
I’m a weakling. I won’t let it show.
Cause I have learnt how to battle you
And just let it all go.