I feel as though that any day I'll just break
Into a million pieces across the floor
As if I was glass, sharp, and fragile
Letting the rest in when they break down my door
I wish they could know the words unsaid
Do they hear my muffled screams at night?
Into my pillow, cries and pain, no sleep
You made me insomniatic, now I write
I write about my feelings, and you know
This makes me feel better, I feel whole
My silence will be heard through the words
On the page, my heart and soul
So today, I went to school, like always
And I got pushed into lockers 2 times
Called 53 of the repeating counting names
And what helps are the rymes
The teacher called on me in class
She asked me to do this problem
But I have enough of my own
My life is a broken record album
It plays soft music sometimes,
As if it were a normal CD
But then it squeaks and stops,
Was it ever fixed? Hardly
Why does everybody have to be so perfect?
And here I am, an anomaly to those around me
They are all dolls, lifeless plastic
Good looks, foul mouth, the real life Barbie
It was a horrible day, why does it have to be?
It was a regular, depressing afternoon
My boyfriend broke it off, and said I was ugly
I knew then I should end it all soon
Why, why, am I so insecure?
Why am I surrounded, told, fed so many lies?
I know when I end everything hurting me,
There will be, not from anybody, any goodbyes
Angela
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Pearls And Beads That Make Us Bleed
PoesiaA journal of Angela's story through her poetry.