Hey guys this is a little poem I made about my experiences due to me loving horses and being an equestrian. I've gotten a lot of hate and have been bullied a lot for it. One of my deeper writings that really shows a lot of emotion. I hope you like it... Any comments are allowed.
Do you hear that, the words of hatred stinging like the whispering winds on a cold, lifeless morning
The words of un-acceptance, the judgmental looks, and the glares that penetrate your soul like a black cats stare that bores into you, bringing to
you misfortune
I am one of many, not accepted for the things I do that send chills down my spine and plaster an angelic smile on my face
Why do the words affect me so much to where I try to scream but no words escape and I begin to cry blood
What I do is my passion as the thundering of hooves rolls across the ground like a storm is brewing
Horses aren't just an animal, they make my life happy and make the sky blue once again
But people seem to be truly born from Satan, from the fires of Hell because they want make me want to cry a river filled with my pain, depression, and sorrow
Along with the screaming at home like a petrifying call of a blood thirsty banshee and the walks down the hallways are a battlefield that you try to survive the mass of counterattacks of words and and actions
Their criticism is like a poison intake that makes our veins grow black as your eyes become bloodshot and your heart darkens to black as you give your final painstaking breath, your eyes fluttering closed
What would you call me, simple an equestrian, and this is why they bully me, we take leaps farther and higher than you can imagine and yet you keep trying to bury me six feet underground
As the river runs red, here I lay next to it, lying peacefully next to it, as blood runs down my hot, rosy red cheeks with my bloodshot eyes and my black veins, I hope you're happy now that I've gone down the red river of a new life
