Grown

I had a rough childhood

Back in the trailer park

Between my dad on drugs

And watching my family fall apart

It was then that I learned

That I had to be strong

For my mother and my brother

Against anyone whom did us wrong

We were the three amigos

It was us against the world

But the one thing I never got

Was to be daddy’s little girl

Graham is my last name

This much is true

But I am a Guthrie

Through and through

We all have regret

Tis just a simple fact

Some regret the things that the wish they had done

Other just regret how they act

My biggest regret in life?

Now that’s a tough question

I regret a lot of things

But most of all my aggression

Guess the Graham blood

Runs deeper than I thought

However I have never lost a battle

Yet, happiness was not brought

But, My anger and strength

Are just two tools of my trade

They are more deadly

Than any blade

No matter how much

I hate to be mad

Piss me off

Well, now, that would be bad.

Actually, I take it back,

I regret nothing

My past is what made me

From nothing to something

People think that

With anger come hate

However, I embrace my anger

And I feel great!

I show no pain

Because it is not there

I no longer hide

I just simply don’t care

Now don’t get me wrong

I still have feelings

Im just tired of hiding

No more kneeling

No more answering

To people who command

No more hiding

Im taking a stand

Take this as you may

A warning perhaps

Cross me in any way

And ill give my dog your scraps

If you like me to elaborate

Im easy to find

Come say hey

And maybe ill be kind

This is the real me

Its time for it to be known

That scared little girl

Well now she’s all grown.

The Mask

This is my life.

Well at least a part of it

I was raised to be strong

And win at everything I did.

I am a happy person

Well, at least most days

But then the dark rolls in

And I feel like im stuck in a daze

Perfect has never been a word

To describe my life

Sharp words of hate and anger

Still cut me like a knife.

But as the words continued to come

My skin grew. Thicker. Stronger.

Until the words of hate and anger

Hurt no longer.

But that is just the outside.

What you see is a mask

I am forced to hide my pain

Forever my task

This is my life.

No pain can be shown.

Pain means weak, and in my world

The word weak is not known.

Behind this mask

Is where I have lived for so long

Waiting and hoping

For someone to come along

Some one to see past

This mask that I wear

See the scared little girl

And for her they would care

This is a fantasy

Nothing but a dream

You wont neither see nor hear anything

From the girl behind the mask

Not a laugh

Not a cry

Not even a scream

The mask is my wall

My way of protection

From the lies of the world

Coming from all directions

So for that reason alone

Behind this mask

Is where ill forever

Call home.