The pain echoing in your head
the screams trapped in your mind.
The memories caught up by time.
You cannot escape what you did.
You cannot fix the hurt you have caused.
Even if you strongly believe
what you did was justified.
Shooting a person because of
a color of his skin.
Deep inside you know you
did wrong, let the trial begin.
The truth being thrown at your face,
do you get it now? Do you?
*****
I believe everyone knows about a background to this poem.
DU LIEST GERADE
Hidden Thoughts
PoesieThere are more and more depressed people every day and it's about time someone starts talking about it. Since I am no exception, my words paint a picture of the ups and downs of this mental illness.
