I am broken,
My soul is hollow,
Nobody would talk to me for I seem odd to them
They've pushed me outside,
They've treated me like a monster,
But I'm an artist as my mom would say,
She'd seen all of my paintings and drawings
Though I've never shown her my latest artwork
For it was consisted of crimson slashes
I'd never stand out of the crowd
An invisible one, as they would say
Just hiding in the darkness of my own shadows
There were also voices,
Voices that drove me crazy
They would whisper awful things
Loser, ugly, illiterate, and incomplete
Words that accurately describe me
Loser, I was never a top student
Never had an achievement
I've never won any battle
I'd never stand up for my self against harmful people
Ugly, I am indeed ugly
For all the years never found anybody who'd appreciate me
"Dearest you're beautiful." my mom would say
Then why all the girls on school laugh at me?
They would comment bad things about my face
"Ugly! Ugly! Ugly!" The girls would say to me
Illiterate, that's how the teachers address me
"Who's the inventor of the telescope?"
"What's the square root of 100?"
I would stay silent for I never knew the answers
"You dumb illiterate person!"
Indeed I am
I've never study my lessons for I was always thinking on how I'll survive life the next day
Incomplete, yes I'm an incomplete person
Though not physically but emotionally
Never had a complete family
Dad was killed for stealing a piece of bread
He'd done that because we're to broke just to even buy a dinner
Brother was caught by the police
For he'd done drugs and other bad things
Sister was a prostitute, she was forced to work to that awful bar
For we hadn't had enough money to send me to school
Now she's nowhere to be found
My mom, the one person who stuck by my side
The one who'd give me inspiration
The one who'd encourage me to always look on the bright side
The one who's always smiling
The one who's now on the grave
Killed by a car crash while going to my school to fetch me up
No one helped us
Then I just sat there
Watching the life draining away from her body
I never cried enough
I never grieved enough
I've experienced too much pain
Now there's only numbness in me
That's why I'm broken and my soul is hollow
ⓒ Antarestic
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Dear Poetry
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