Each night
Anything but silent
As words drown out
any peace
that could exist.
Words that you're hearing
Or words that you've heard
On repeat
You can't get them out.
Yelling and screaming
Is something you learn to endure
Trouble, has always claimed you as theirs.
"It's not my fault"
You repeat
But it's too no avail,
Words go unheard,
As if they
Shouldn't be there.
A mask of your own,
Not makeup
A different kind.
Every look
Makes you scared,
Someone will discover a hidden lie.
An I'm fine
Is rare
But you keep pushing through
Even if it's all you can do.
Silent screams
Hidden sobs
Not touching,
Never ever touching.
Family picture
Torn in two,
An image
Of what is pretended to be.
Never letting people look in my eyes
In fear of what
Other people would see.
Pain
Fear
And everything hidden
Even from my own self
Even from me.
You glance at me,
My dear,
I always look away.
Hide behind the purple hair
My dear
Everything that represents me.
Do you see anything in my eyes
On those glimpse
That make you scared-
Make you question?
The "I love you"s
I tell you
Make me afraid
In fear of what is said in return-
In fear of what I'm used to
And what I know.
It's different here
Than what you know.
I guess that's why I say
I love you so much
Even with goodnight.
I know what it's like to feel unloved
And even unsafe.
A bow on a string
Is a powerful weapon
What my dear,
Are you going to play?
YOU ARE READING
From The Pen To The Soul
PoezieSometimes, writing isn't an option; it's a necessity. This is my story. Everything I write, is a part of me. But it's up to you, to find your story; connect to yourself through my writing. (Most of these are sent to my big sister)
