Can't you respect and accept me as who I am?
I feel vulnerable.
I am a puppet and you are my
master.
You pierce my heart with your words and leave scars and cuts and bruises with your hands.
It's like you are my shadow.
You stalk me. Jump out on me.
Your heart is black, like a shadow.
You are just a figure that blends in with everything else because you are a stereotype.
You don't have to fit in to be accepted.
So why do you give me such pain.
I wake up and I am scared.
Not of you but of what's yet to come.
What you will do next.
How you'll hurt me this time.
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Personification
Poetry//3rd Place Arctic Awards// Through poetry, this book expresses different mental illnesses, emotions and discoveries of a teenage mind. 'No amount of body lotion or perfume could cover up the memory of his smell on my weakened, scarred skin, And no...
