Dear enemy,
Every step I take, every step up the stairs
All I could see is me here
Drowned in despair
Saddened in fear
It feels like another day of school
Another day of torture
When one learns
And another, dazzled in disaster
In some days, I knew my life here
It would be hard
It would be stress
Its not what I would think of, really
When three of you, draw pictures of me
Mock me in every possible way
Destroy me with your criticism
And laugh at me for your own desires
I did not know what to think
Of how I could make friends like this
When I have no chance
But to face my face against the table
Maybe you never felt it
Maybe you don't care
Maybe you think its normal
But it is what I can't bare
Oh right, I remembered
You never know more
But I am only a newcomer
To this school
Is it fair that I moved
Just for the pain
But not for the likes
Of a friend?
What have I ever done
To sadden you?
As you throw me all your
Fragrant powders
Some hit my shirt,
Some hit my mouth,
Some hit my eye,
It's very painful, you see
And this I knew
We are bound enemies
And I will never love
You again.
-D.K.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to Her
PoetryA true story between me and my girlfriend, or used to be. I wouldn't put a lot of hate on this, but it's what calms me down at times.