They said I was weak,
they said I was slow.
They called me a freak,
they wanted a show.
But what they didn't speak about
was my need to not shut others out.
He said I was trivial,
he said I was boring.
He called me no big deal,
He wanted to scar me.
But what he didn't feel
was my need for something real.
She said I was fat,
she said I was lucky.
She called me a brat,
she wanted to hate me.
But what she didn't get
was my need to forget.
You said I was nothing,
you said I was weird.
You called me disgusting,
you wanted to jeer.
But what you didn't hear
was my need for something other than fear.
So what do I do?
So what do I say?
My fear of them grew
until I wanted to cave.
But all of them never knew
of the courage I always drew.
To say they were wrong,
to say they were shallow
to think I was anything
other than hollow.
I wasn't always this way,
it just happened one day.
Now I'm just empty,
only left to decay.
They didn't understand
how dead I was inside.
But maybe I wouldn't be like this,
if that person hadn't died.
(shout out to IndyScott whose own poem inspired my last two lines)
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Abstracted
PoetryAbstracted is a collection of poems that I have written since 2014. Thank you for giving it a try, since I know that poems are sometimes hard to read. I hope you like them!
