The Dark Poems In My Head

Said

When this past year ended,

I couldn't believe it.

I was still here.

I thought I wouldn't make it.

Thing is,

I know it gets worse.

More stress,

More bullies,

More things to act as though they don't hurt me,

Puncturing my armor I wear.

I hide behind my masks,

Shaking with the fear.

Few know I wear them,

And most that do,

They have their own.

We don't speak about what's behind the mask we wear.

We know what the other thinks of themselves.

We are monsters.

We don't belong.

We should be discarded,

That's what our families say.

Thrown away,

Tossed apart.

They don't know its us, though.

They think they're all talking about the weirdos at school,

at work,

at the local store,

but they never suspect at home.

Where one can hear,

and hide,

but shouldn't have to.

They should be able to hear something someone says,

And smile.

And not feel like hiding behind their mask,

still,

at home.

Where they should be safe,

and not hunted.

Our skin tears at the claws of our demons,

but we no longer notice.

All that hurts anymore,

Is when out families turn their backs on us,

Without even realizing.

-Me, 7/27