I come from confinement.
A place I can never be myself.
Where everyplace I look,
I'm being judged.
My house is my own personal prison.
I'm expected to keep up this
Gracious Good-Girl Image
With perfect grades.
It's like a cat and mouse chase;
I'm the mouse - everyone else is the cat.
The black cloud of depression came
Over my head at the young age of thirteen.
That's also when it got worse.
The fighting.
The sound of random objects
Crashing to the floor
While I'm trying to sleep.
The shouting and the slurred words.
And I knew what was happening.
Again.
Three years pass.
I'm the only child left at home.
I feel abandoned
But I know they can't
Live with me forever.
So, who am I?
People still ask me.
Well, this is me.
I love music -
Bands have helped me through dark times;
All Time Low, Good Charlotte,
Green Day and much more,
Help make me who I am.
I'm quiet because my
Thoughts are always
Racing through my mind.
To those people who
Used to make fun of me
Because I'm "different",
Well, I have one thing to say to you.
You know my name.
Not my story.
YOU ARE READING
Creative Writing
PoetryThroughout the semester that I'm in my Creative Writing class, I decided that I want to post my work here. I'll be posting them in the order that we do them, so they'll be a lot of poems in the beginning, but it'll switch to short stories soon. Be a...
