Midnight Thoughts

Poem # 11 - Hear This

Hear the distasteful lines
that they whisper behind my back,
the words that follow me home
and replay over and over inside my head.

They taunt and haunt me
until I feel unable to breathe,
they choke and squeeze
the light out of me,
their darkness tortures me in chains
it's just so impossible to break free.

Hear the wicked laughter
that follows me home,
they echo throughout the walls
loud enough so that no-one else will hear my calls,
this voiceless voice has no strength but to suffer with silent sobs.

When sadness commence
their wickedness piles up in heaps,
I'm even dreading to succumb to sleep
I am never able to forget them,
forgive me, as I offer a smile of pretense
as far as I know, this is my only defense,
life stripped away from my own hands.

I'm a mess
hear this, it's a call of distress,
I'm smiling,
knowing that I have become a good actress
even in my dreams,
it's me that they possess,
consumed to nothing,
everything and less
I am, what they say I am.

Now, witness these lies that I perfect
see that these bloodshot eyes aren't cried red,
it's just late and I haven't gone to bed
I promise, I'm fine,
please don't waste your precious time
to set me free is such an enormous climb
hear this,
is my life not worth more than to pay for your petty crime?