I'm not mad
Not really
(even though I should be)
(everyone else is)
---
I guess I'm just confused
Hurt, in a way
Left with this empty ache
That you caused.
You and your swaggering walk
And your loud laugh
And your white smile
And your perfect girlfriend
And your ugly sneer
And your bloody hands
And your clean record
I'm just confused
That you thought you had a right
To judge him.
---
He was different
Is that it?
He was the boy that didn't play sports
Who took notes in the back of class
Who could say the worst things
But melt when he made someone cry
In those ways
He wasn't unusual.
Not really.
But like me,
You saw deeper
Like me,
You realized there was something more
About him
Unlike me,
You hated it
---
You never passed up a chance
To make him feel worthless
Spitting in his face as he walked by
Laughing at every mistake
Spreading rumors
Telling lies
You never missed out
On leaving your mark
Whether by the sting of your words
Or the crunch of breaking bones
(Do you know
He used to call me in the middle of the night?
Voice cold
Empty
Full of self-hate)
---
There was genius in his mind
And you killed it
There was hope in his heart
And you ruined it
There were galaxies in his eyes
And you destroyed them
There was life
In that soul
And now
There's not.
---
And you may swear otherwise
But we both know
It's because of you
YOU ARE READING
Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
