Layers [Poetry]

28-05-18

I was six

She threw a rock at my face

I have a scar to remind me

Even the best people you meet

Can crush you into a million pieces

It seemed insignificant

How I adored her 

But she never returned the love

And that set the tone 

For all friendships 

That were to come

At 21 the string persists

Me on one side

The people I cared too much for 

On the other

I wish my empathetic self would drown

I fought and I fight

Only to have my hands tied by unwanted emotions

Towards people

Who do not recall me

Or my face

Or the redness of my eyes when I cry

Because of them.