Hey Hey peoplez!!! This is my first poem and i hope ya like it!!!! Thankz for reading!!


Speak is what they tell me to do,
Speak about the past and what I've been through.
To speak openly, about the wars,
Don't they know that will reopen the sores?
Bring back the memories of hurt and pain,
Don't they know there's nothing to gain?
That if I tell them about my pain
They to will feel they don't remain.
They to will feel they took all those lives,
and now must stay, and pay the price.
To live a life they wish would end.
And to live for fun, never again
So when you tell me to open my mouth
And i shake my head and start to pout
Know that it's not from the cruelty of my heart,
But just a wish for you not to be torn apart.