The first time that you are called pathetic
It hits you like a stone
And the one you thought must
Be one you can trust
Is the one who had had it thrown.
After that you will hear that word
In every passing whisper
And you'll hide your face
And walk away from that place
Wishing you were better
As you get older it will get worse
As you feel ashamed at every stutter
You’ll try not to trip
And strive not to slip
So people will think you are better
Each and every year you will try
To be better than the last
You’ll dress nice
And try to act like
You’re an average girl in class
You will try to lose your pathetic ways
Like crying when you're frustrated and upset
Instead you will retaliate
And hit people in the face
And make enemies you will regret.
But then one year
You’ll just give up
On fitting in the craze
And the clichés
Because who really gives an fuck?
You’ll be antisocial towards anyone
You haven't already befriended
Cause making friends
Always ends
With another wound untended
Being “strange” is perfect to you
You strive to be called “scary”
Because the “scary” aesthetic
Is never called pathetic
And of that word you're still wary
Even when you can no longer
Be called pathetic anymore
You will still peer
Into a mirror
And say “you're pathetic or sure”
You’ll see every flaw in your skin
And misplaced hair on your head
You’ll see a klutzy freak
Who’s too pathetic to breathe
And may be better dead
But then you'll remember
That one friend
Who knows that those damned words
Are stupid lies or society, and she’s so sure
That you believe she is right in the end
Even though you have people
Who will be there against the lies
You will still know
That long ago
You were told that horrid lie
“Pathetic”
YOU ARE READING
In My Head
PoesíaA collection of my poetry. there is no rhyme or reason between them, they are simply there because i wrote them and needed a place for them to go. i know, my grammar sucks. also, there will be updates whenever i write more poetry.
