There is always a reason behind each of these poems.
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Ridiculed for being different
Called a wannabe for trying to be the same
If I can't win this
No one can play this game.
My mind whispers, "Flight! Flight!"
My heart whispers, "Fight! Fight!"
My body whispers, "Hide! Hide!"
And so I go with my body.
Gone am I from this world
So far, at least
Away from the monsters
Away from the beast.
Hide away permanently
So I don't have to be
Afraid to be me
And never letting go.
Our society is so fucked up
Telling us to be ourselves
Then telling us, "That's bad."
It's like judging a book then putting it back on its shelf.
Hiding like a book in its cover
Hugging pages like they are its lover
Watching like a hawk hovers
Over its helpless, unknowing prey.
People self harm left and right
And society doesn't care
Until they die and go six feet under
And then they pretend and go away.
Hide my arms
From the sight of my harms
Because it's not the "norm"
Of the school to have scars.
So when I finally do die
Will society act like they care?
Will the preps pretend to know me so they can be center stage?
Will a be missed as someone's potential pair?
Hiding away from the views
Of so many people, of their many different thoughts
All pulled together in one place
In a room so hot.
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-Kat
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PoetryThe creative writing of a thirteen year old going through her last year of middle school. Please welcome the author as she gives you a glimpse of her thoughts, dreams, actions, and just her life in general.