I stare at the man on the train
stare at the man that works the grocery counter
I stare at Mr. Teacher at school
I stare at Mr.President on tv
Are they all after me?!
Should I run and hide?!
Is it too late for me?!
One of them talks to me
I try to disappear
I try to hide
I'm paralyzed
I'm shaking in fear
Sorry sir,
you just scare the hell out of me
It's not your fault
I just don't trust thee
I don't trust men
It's not your fault
I was taught to run
I was taught to hide
I was taught to shake in fear
By the one man in my life
It's not your fault
That my dad made me afraid of all men
Sorry sir
I'm afraid of thee
You remind me of someone
You all scare me
You all remind me of people
People I hate
People I'm afraid of
Please forgive me as I shake in fear
Please forgive me as I stare at you
I just don't feel safe around you
I'll never be ok again
I stick to the shadows
I stare at you
Unsure
Unsure of weather I can trust you
I mean really
I I trust anyone
I'll stick to the shadows
Sorry if my stare frightens you
But I have to keep an eye on you
Or else you may just stab me in the back
Sorry if I frighten you with my gaze
But I have to keep my eyes on you
Because I can't trust you
Not any single man
Not any single woman
I trust no one
I'll stick to the shadows
until I find a better spot to hide
Kayla Worley
YOU ARE READING
Life Is An Adventure
PoetryThis is some of the pomes I've written put into a book. Each chapter will be a different pome, except the first chapter which is basically what I say here.
