I try
To be kind
Generous
The human I was born to be

I see what you don't
You're blind by other
And that's okay, I understand
But you get shot down

I hold out my arms for you
Words of hope and empowerment
The words of truth
Yet
Why do you leave them
And run into the arms of your abuser

Failures
That's what my words are
Failures of me trying
To be a better person
Someone who has been through the same

Blood boiling
Hatred thickening
Mind in a haze
Lashes of anger
Out to the ones I care for

Because
my words to them
Are nothing more
Than simple
Failures

-Angie.A