I'm standing right here
why do you look straight through me?
I'm speaking to you, can't you hear me?
See these scars, see the blood drying
you're looking at me now
why are you crying?
Its not like I matter, I didn't then
So why now are you begging me
to let you in?
I was trash, you didn't want me
So why bother now?
Cuz you see the blood mix with my tears
and you want to know how
The simple explanation
is one you should have thought
Maybe I choose to hurt myself so that you can't
Funny how I matter now
I'm miss popularity
Everyone in my face
asking whats wrong me
you shouldn't have to ask
and I really shouldn't have to tell you
all it would take is a minute of your time
to look at me and find out.
YOU ARE READING
Puzzle Pieces
PoetryThis is a collection of poems designed to say what I was too afraid to. They are the true, unedited musings of a Outcast..Loner..Weirdo..Psycho.. With these pieces finally together maybe people will see me as I truly am
