although it was a hard time
my childhood
no one to wipe the cries
to hear you
to answer your shouts
to be with you.
i felt loneliness
with all of its meaning
what i did, just fighting
one day i just gave in.
what was left just dreams
my share was no reality.
there is a long time
i learned not to cry
not to feel sorry
for the things I've done
and all the darkness
surrounded my heart.
I learned to give up
to be the one
you want.
tara mahdavi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-god-3/
