Why must my good be swept away?

I only spoke for a moment; words to defend myself.

I spoke loud yet your ears heard nothing.

Why must my face be stuck?

I shed tears because I feel. Not because I am weak.

Weak is what you think I am.

I am opposite of who you think I am.

Strong.

Beautiful; you can't take that away from me.

Why must you stay on my mind?

I don't want you here; you bruised me, beat me.

Why can't I forget you?

One day I will.

One day I hope.