The little girl had entered the institution two years ago
her parents had left her in the care of these sinister people
because she was just a bit slow
She was just a bit slow,
that was the reason they gave everyone
until it was too hard to conceal
that she mentally could not grow
When the little girl entered the institution
she had caused a lot of trouble
a lot of chaos and confusion
Everywhere she went now
taunts followed her out
Everywhere she went now
she had to hang her head low
She was filled with dread every single day
until she met her one friend
Her one friend lived beyond a shiny surface
and every single action they both showed each other
was a comforting caress
Her words used to echo day and night
as she used to laugh with her she used to talk with her
and they even used to fight
Whatever she used to say
her friend would repeat it
Wherever she used to go,
her friend would stay
She had long bellowing hair,
she was pale, freckled and fair
but the one thing that stood out
was that her friend's face was marred with a giant scar
running from her forehead till her chin
which had a yellowy tint
The little girl used to sit in the middle of the hallway
talking to her friend who lived beyond the shiny surface
They would receive insults left and right
They used to call her a dunce and scar-face
but she would try to defend herself with all her might
They were crowded with a bunch of bullies once
she could not do anything
They flung the little girl across the room with her hair in their hands
They bruised her face and her body
they even bruised her dignity
It wasn't enough they, shouted
It wasn't enough as many people crowded
Then suddenly one of the sharper ones saw a gun
he found out why it wasn't enough
The little girl was handed the gun in her frail little grasp
and was told to hurt her friend
if she wanted this to end
The little girl cried in sorrow
but she was enveloped in too much pain
to even remain a little sane
She pressed the trigger
with their bloodthirsty coaxing
the bullet ricocheted off the shiny surface
and the figure in front
doubled over in pain
The little girl looked down
still in shock
the little girl looked down
at her hands filled with blood
the shiny surface had shattered into a million pieces
as had she
The morning was bright and sunny
as little Kayla brushed her hair
and got herself ready
she looked in the mirror with eyes wide
not breaking a stride
she whispered,
I remember you.
YOU ARE READING
Express Myself- a collection of short poems
PoetryEntrance into the forest between childhood and being an adult
