I tried so hard to be perfect
Perfect in every way
So hard I tried
I tried everyday
You said I wasn’t good
NO not good ENOUGH
But your words taught me
YES taught me to be TOUGH
Every time I cried
Cried myself to SLEEP
I would fall in the hole
The hole that was so DEEP
So many times I thought
Thought of taking my LIFE
So many times I thought
Thought of using the KNIFE
One day it hit me
Hit me in the face
That there was a better
Far better place
I left the HURT
The hurt and PIAN
And told my self never
Never to go back there AGAIN!
Jess Zapata
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/becoming-strong/
