"Hello, my name is sorry."
Do you know what its like when everytime
You come into a class the echoing sound of
Laughter would drop into the air like
Rain pattering on the sidewalk?
Every day I feel the glances and sneers
Hitting me like a spray of bullets at a crime scene
"Hello, my name is sorry."
Being a girl is one of the worst forms of torture I can imagine.
pretty witty intelligent gossip skinny
All things that are forced upon us like chairs we slaves are forced to carry about
They are similar to that of men
Strong buff skinny protective muscles
Society in that way is ironic.
"Hello, my name is sorry."
I carry my apologies around in bags, catching
Them as they fall down from the trees of anxiety.
How I wish I could disappear from this land and
Go to a place where secrets stay secret
friends stay loyal
drama is not a way of life
Crying does not work for me
bitter miserable anxious depressed all hug my apologies like the toxic kinship they share
Hello, my name is sorry and
if I was given a chance to start new in another country you'd be damned sure I'd take it and change my style
change my personality
NO one would know my
history
fears
faults
horrid family
I could find a group where people that are
Like me go
Where the outsiders and rejects become the popular
Being isolated in a small town
small school
small class
small friends
high egos
is
the
worst
form
of
torture.
I am broken.
Hello. My name is sorry.
I have nothing.
My words are thrown to the side by their shadows as they
whisper
laugh
snEER.
Hello.
My name is sorry.
And I am losing hope that it will get better.
YOU ARE READING
The Constant Battle
Poetry"If someone finds this, know nothing could have been done to make me feel whole again." -D.W
