Poetry written by a Borderline

I'm Here

Won't you look at me?

Why can't you hear me?

You're words sting.

Their laughs taunt me.

She is so mean-

you are being mean, too.

It wasn't always like this.

They used to like me.

Right?

I feel so sick.

My heart is bleeding.

It hurts.

You won't let me inside.

I feel humiliated.

I am so cold.

I am alone.

I'm here-

but I might as well leave.

You haven't seen me anyway.

Is this my judgment?

A curse?

I am tired of hearing through

whispering voices.

I shatter the window.