Don’t rain on my parade

PAIN
So much pain,
Bottled up inside of her,
It gnaws her nerves raw sometimes.

ANGER
Pent up frustration and hate,
For justice not served,
Why must she be THE victim?

CRY
She’s cried enough,
Rivers of tears really,
But the turmoil remains.

AWAKE
When did she realise,
That she’s not the only one,
Hurt and bruised?

JOY
She sprinkles it like pixie dust,
Her laugh, her smiles, her cheer,
How can she be that happy, they ask?

HEAL
Piece by piece,
It drains the ugliness away,
So don’t you dare rain on my parade.

By:

Reena, KL.

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