I wrote this a while ago, but I feel like it's one of those things where a lot of people can relate to. I've seen many things growing up and even now as I'm in college I continue to encounter many people with each person having a different story of hurt.

"Their Voices"

What do you do when your life begins to crumble down around you

When the very things that once brought happiness and joy

now bring thoughts of anger, malice, and rage.

You feel so trapped because you're bound by your words to never leave or complain

So you're struggling to breathe because you're confined to this life

Trapped behind this wall in pure darkness,

Waiting to be freed strikes fear in your heart

So you live your life struggling to survive

You've been blinded for so long, now it hurts to see the light

And you find yourself wondering, "Is this really my life"

So now you're in a situation where you're looking at your life

and you're wondering how it turned to fiction.

You look in the mirror and you see this girl, immersing herself

 in the presence of men to compensate for the overwhelming presence of women

No father to call her own so she puts on this front, this fake facade like everything's alright,

Yet with every man she allows to enter into her life, a piece of her is stolen

Yea, she's giving away her life

She's found temporary satisfaction to what seems like a permanent situation

Not knowing she's just set herself up for pure hell and total damnation

Living in a world that says there's no condemnation

But the looks on their faces show thoughts that can not be evaded

So is it really her fault that she was easily persuaded

Now her life has crumbled down around her

What are you going to do, because the girl in the mirror is you

Abused and chastised for the poor decisions you made

You're crying out for help because there has got to be another way

You're looking in the mirror but you don't recognize the person that's starring back at you.

You see this person who is so beautiful, yet she doesn't recognize her own worth.

Her eyes have grown sullen because they're filled with repressed tears that

her pride will not allow to fall.

Who is this person standing before you? Oh how her spirit weeps and moans.

It's crying out for the attention and affection that no man can possibly provide.

You look and you see this girl who has tried so hard to please others around her

that she doesn't even recognize herself; because in the midst of pleasing other people

she allowed herself to become faceless.

Transforming into a chameleon and becoming fickle in thought.

The instability of her actions have caused her to lose herself in a crowd filled with

misconceptions of what life really is; always struggling to meet the standards of others.

Who is this girl? She's broken; Broken because she allowed herself to be used by others,

setting herself up for a lifetime of abuse and mistreatment.

Who is this girl? She's hopeless and hurt, drowning in a pit of depression and despair

because her pride will not allow her to tell others she feels hopeless,

she's hurting and she's broken.

Who is this masked young woman whose eyes have grown sullen

from all the heartache and anxiety caused by the stinging pain of an innocence

which she never knew existed until it was forcefully taken without her permission?

She is the cry of my generation. The voice of the lost and the hurting