Pain

• Caitlin Watt, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2017

Sadness turns to anger
as tears are forced not to cry,
cry for help, screaming danger
someone, please, and be my saviour.
Drowning in my own natural disaster,
tears flow, and skin breaks faster.
I'm feeling white, turn to red,
but feeling blue, shall go unsaid.
Tears on my cheeks, manipulative smile remains,
eyes on my skin, the blood it contains,
my mind, on the sadness in my veins,
and my heart, silently screaming for justice.