GENTLE BREEZE.......Loving Him

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Its hard now to write what I feel
because some take it as though
I'm throwing hints, and I'M just trying
to ease my mind and picture life on the other
side of the fence.. by using my imagination
its the only way to escape the hell I'm in
so I write about and imaginary friend
and many womens rip my heart within
thinking I'm trying to destroy something
they probably never had, and that make
them twice as mad.. so they lash out
at me..when I'm not the one that has them living
in misery.  but I'm so use to  bad treatments
in life, not really use to anyone being nice
but I try hard to be follower of good advice
but down the line, there's always a price to pay
I live inside UN-happy tears
and I have for countless amount of years
but to make me feel like the devils child
really kick my heart down millions of miles
and cut deep within my smile
I'm not perfect...and I never tried to be
I'm just and ordinary woman, searching for
ways to be free through the heart of my poetry