(poems go here) Roses have thorns,
Demons have horns
and I have scars
This is my thrown
we each have our own
I've bled many times for mine!
My scars have bled out
the voices, they shout!
Of criticism for my life.
I don't understand
why the judgement
is so loud in my mind.
Why can't I be Me
for what I can see
Everyone is their own!
We each have our thrown
and this one is mine
One day I will shine
From the darkest nights
to the brightest days
I shall over come
the voices judgement
I face!