When I hear the words,
The spiteful words from your foul mouth,
I hear my own voice when I think about them,
Late at night when I should be sleeping.
Everything that you said,
Everything you did to show me that you hated me,
Plays back in my mind again and again,
Like someone keeps hitting rewind.
And I can't understand what I did wrong,
To make someone want to torture me like that,
To make someone push me so far to the edge,
To make someone want me wish to rip my own heart out.
Where did I go wrong?
When I was learning so much about life,
How to be kind and grateful,
How to be polite and graceful.
Why couldn't I fit to the rhythm of society,
Or the beat of this world?
When all I ever tried to do was fit in,
Because I can't be myself because I don't know who I am.
But I just want to know what made you hate me,
If it was the way I look or the way I dress,
If it was how I text at 3am because I can't sleep when I know you won't be awake,
To ramble about all the shows I have watched to avoid my own problems.
If it was that all the love and passion I shared was shared with everyone,
That so many people had betrayed me before you wanted to add another to the list,
That you felt so sorry for my pathetic life you tried to make it worse,
Or maybe that you see me the way I see myself when I look in the mirror every morning.
Each tear I shed every night I think of what we used to be,
Isn't blue like the cartoons or the emojis,
It is completely see through because I feel exposed in my own bedroom covered in blankets,
Where I should feel safest.
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Poetry//3rd Place Arctic Awards// Through poetry, this book expresses different mental illnesses, emotions and discoveries of a teenage mind. 'No amount of body lotion or perfume could cover up the memory of his smell on my weakened, scarred skin, And no...
