You know
sometimes I feel
so p a t h e t i c.
Because I have
friends and family
who actually c a r e.
And others don't.
But I waste everything
and thow it a
w
a
y.
And to everyone
who asked me
"are you alright?"
and I replied
"yeah, fine."
No. I'm not fucking alright.
I want all the pain
to disappear
and people to stop
l a u g h i n g
at me because
I don't understand
the j o k e.
I want to stop feeling so left out.
It's happened twice now;
once at lunch.
one in PE.
I heard people l a u g h i n g
[not even at me.]
But I didn't u n d e r s t a n d
and the tears were coming so I
r a n a w a y.
At lunch;
someone was there.
"Are you alright, Becky?"
"Yes," but my voice b r o k e
[just like my heart did.]
And she hugged me
as I sobbed on her shoulder.
I s w a l l o w e d
the rest of the tears
for later that night.
At PE;
all the people just there.
Hugging their friends.
Laughing with their friends.
Joking with their friends.
N o - o n e noticed I was alone.
I was clutching my sides
and the demons were
s c r e a m i n g
and just for a second
I forgot how to breathe.
As soon as I could
I ran to the toilets
to cry even more tears
only this time
there was no-one
to hug.
And I warn you
if you ask me "are you alright?"
again, I will break down in tears.
Because there is a l i m i t
on the amount of times
I can l i e.
YOU ARE READING
My Lies
PoezieThe average person tells four lies a day, one-thousand, four-hundred and sixty a year, and eighty-seven-thousand and six-hundred by the age of sixty. And the most common lie is: "I'm fine." Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013/2014 - InkButterfly
