Confusion
Wrapped
Like a ring in a woman's ovaries
Like the snipping sound
Of a cut baby maker
Tears welt
Like the marks of ashamed truths
And the disembodied lies
And i say again
I can not stand to be alive
While you sit
High and dry
Taking what was suppose to be mine
Now I'm stuck
Praying to a god
that would rather see me in a rut
And our parents
Are full of lies
And hiding spys
Do you hear these words
i silently regret as i write?
Do you hear the anger
I hold when i clench my fist
And tell myself to keep hold?
Do you hear my desperate screams of pure agony
As they look at me with such pity
And tears that wet their dry ungrateful faces
I am sick
I am so sick
i have a disease
Its called
The truth
And my cure is to write
No matter the lies
Those people with their eyes
Full of beautiful mistakes
Look at me
And see a monster
That they cant control
"I am sick!" I want to scream in their faces
To make them realize
Their whips of obedience
And respect
Have welted tears on my back
And their selfish kids
All point and laugh
Telling me
what a freak i am
what an ugly slut i am
What an ugly face i have
What an ugly body i have
They throw their stones
Quite literally
And tell me to die
They grab my wrist
And ask me,
"What are you fucking emo or something?"
Emo slut
Emo pig
Suicidal freak
Emo, emo, emo
Their words are like a gun
I put to my head
When i think of being dead
Emo, ungrateful, selfish, suicidal freak
"You think bleaching your hair is going to change anything? You don't blend in, moron. You're still a freak."
And the teachers are all the same
"You're to beautiful to think the way you do."
Oh, if you only knew
Freak
Freak
Freak
Is what they all scream
In my face
And behind my back
"Stop writing like that. Its sad and scary."
You have no idea
You have no idea
You have no idea
How sad i really am
How scared i really am
How when i wake up i still have to swallow back the thought, "maybe i I'm not worth it."
You have no idea
How hard i try every night
To not break apart
And smash the windows
Of my brain
The sharp edges cutting into my flesh
As i wait for death
You have no idea
YOU ARE READING
Someone once remembered
PuisiWARNING these poems are not for children, or anyone that is completely against drug abuse, sex,talk of suicide, etc. basically do not read this unless you know you are chill.