Here is one of my poems. Tell me what you think.
"Soul Thief"
I feel a pain,
a hurt inside.
An emptiness
I cannot hide.
I used to keep
feelings bottled inside.
They burned and they churned,
I felt like I died.
I still feel dead
walking around.
I try to scream
but cannot make a sound.
My breath is shut off
I have been silenced.
By a single act,
an act of violence.
I feel filthy.
I am not clean.
He has hurt me.
He was mean.
I begged him to stop,
but he said no.
He's broken me,
he brought me down low.
My suffering is not solely
contained within.
It's now on the outside,
brought out by him.
My pain is not evident,
not seen to everyone.
But look in my eyes:
I've been shot by a gun.
My eyes fill with tears,
I want to cry.
If not yet,
soon I will die.
I opened my soul.
I let him look in.
He raped my heart
and made me sin.
He took away
all joy that I had.
He has confused me
and made me sad.
I am alone,
alone and confused.
Now I can see
that I have been used.
Can you see
the hurt inside?
Do I show it
on my outside?
How can I show you
what I feel?
How do I explain,
when I don't know what's real?
How do words tell
the pain you've caused me?
Why don't you know?
Why don't you see?
You're looking at me.
You don't understand.
You abuse and you use:
you're just being a "man".
Now I feel like
less and less.
I am small.
I am useless.
I've been hurt
by men before.
Here again.
Why didn't I see what was in store?
I was naive,
stupid and small.
I should have known.
Now I fall.
I am sinking and dropping,
drowning am I,
my life taken away...
now I die.
