Chapter 270
Esteem
Things that make us who we are
Honor dignity pride self respect
Damaged and stripped away by others
Leaving little of ourselves to protect
Each second, day, week, year
Take, shove, push, demean, destroy
Forever echo hollow in our minds
Making us feel like a useless toy
When we cry out in pain
Can nobody really hear
Things we have cherished
Things we still hold dear
Who has come
Who has gone
Who yet still remains
Or only a meaningless pawn
The ones still here
Are the ones that can hear
Wishing they disappear
Or wishing they endear
Nobody