They think that I don't see it
That I am as ignorant as the rest
They don't realize that just because I'm quiet
And you don't see me there, does not mean
That I don't see, hear, and know everything that is happening
They say that everything will change, get better
But they'll only last a week
Then everything goes back to what it once was
I'm tired of holding my breath, of having hope
And then it being snatched away in heartbreak and tears
They wonder why I am never home anymore
They wonder why I force myself to be alone
It's because I'm tired of being hurt
Tired of losing everything I love
And I want to find somewhere I belong
Because I don't belong in my own home
I'm taking my first chance to leave
And never come back
They wonder why I hate it here
But it's because of them
And they don't see it
They Wonder Why
YOU ARE READING
Fighting Back No Matter What
PoésieWhen I'm going through a lot of stress or emotional problems I write poetry. This is some of my works that I've just been reluctant to show people. Some of them are mine and some of them were given to me.
