When I need to cry,
The flood gates don’t open.
Emotions bottled up,
The words go unspoken.

I am the one,
Independent and strong,
But even that
Can sometimes be wrong.

If I cry, my tears are stolen,
By a tall, silent thief,
But sometimes crying
Can bring even me relief.

The Pain Enters
Like a dart
And injects its poison
In my heart.

The Poison is hate,
And hate is wrong.
These words are flowing
Much like a song.

But this song's not happy.
It's not about love.
This song tells about
The only black dove.

The black dove is evil.
His heart is not true.
But I’m glad he picked me
Instead of you.

I guess it's destiny.
Yes it's my fate.
But I wasn’t born
With the knowledge of hate.

Hate is learned
And passed on from others.
From uncles and aunts,
Even fathers and mothers.

I’m getting stronger.
I’m in control,
But even happiness
Has its toll.

Now I can love.
Now I can live.
Now I’m happy,
When I can give.