Ive come to an understanding.
People don't particularly accept my 'darker' side. It scares them more then anything else.
I hide my secrets with a smile.
Ive been told to stay away because people who have gone through certain pain can grow up to be dark. They tend to blame me without even trying to ask me if I'm okay. If I'm breaking. I smile, although the tears are slipping from my eyes, melting my mask...they know.
They know I'm in pain, but they brush it away. I'm the mistake. I don't matter. I was an accident anyway. Its okay. I'm used to the pain. Another day will be okay. Another day all alone. I'm slowly crawling farther into the darkness and I can't even scream for help. I'm pathetic, crazy, useless, a mistake. I want to run away. They don't even know my pain. They don't even know its too late for me.
I've been through all the dark. I've seen it at a young age but you were never there for me, you pretended I was normal, pretended everything was okay. As I cried in the corner all alone, begging for someone to care for me, because I was only a child with nobody, I was lonely, I was bullied, scrutinised until I couldn't take it any longer and let the dark in with tear stained cheeks and open arms.
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Dirty Petals
Şiirfree verse poetry, well mostly free verse. I don't usually go by any poetic devises at least not purposely. I just go with the flow. I write my feelings on paper but in this situation on my touchscreen or my laptop keys. I write poetry ALOT but that...
