I never felt part of a group,
School is a battle field,
Survivor of the fittest.
The Jungle can't compare
The Hunger Games
Can hold a candle
To all the abuse.
But only a cornor lights
So why all the abuse?
Because all the bully needs
Is an excuse.
Left alone
In a tiny room
Four black walls,
They speak words of hate.
They tell me I sin,
They tell me I'll burn in hell,
They tell me
being me is bad,
nothing but wrong.
Area's around the world
Kids die for the very same reason
They bully me.
I am different
Not the Straight Line
they want me to be.
I take to the Hills
All the turns and curves.
Never once straight.
I hide between my legs
Letting the bashing begin.
Nothing hurts more
than the words they yell.
They sting long after the wonds have healed.
So why all the abuse?
Because all a bully needs is an excuse.
An excuse to cause bodily harm.
To them I'm an Alien.
But if I'm not me,
then I surely will be.
Why can't they see...
I just want to be...
I never asked to be who I am.
It's not like I choose to be this way
Why would I?
All the harm and pain,
The tears I cry are for them, not me.
Dear Planet Earth,
Call me an Alien,
Call me a Sin,
Say I burn in hell.
But remember this.
"God" has a heart,
A heart feels pitty.
Pitty, for those who have been hurt.
And I promise you
Violence is not you
being harmed.
Its Me.
The Alien
YOU ARE READING
Innocently Poetic
PoetryThis is a collection of my poetry. I poems from song lyrics to poems about death to love to sadness, to broken hearts, to lust. Request a poem and I will/ can write it.
