Additional trigger warning: mentions of suicide.
I am the one hiding in the corner,
Sitting alone at lunchtime.
In class, my head stays down,
And I don't respond when they call my name.
People stare.
I am the one laughing at the front,
Surrounded by friends at lunchtime.
In class, I sit upright in my chair,
Answering every question I'm asked.
People stare.
I am the one studying in the library,
Walking home in the dark.
In corridors, my body is shoved into lockers,
No hand to help me up.
People stare.
I am the one sprinting on the sports field,
Catching the late bus home after practice.
In corridors, I smile and hug,
Always a hand to high-five.
People stare.
We are the ones carried away by paramedics,
Bodies and minds bruised and broken.
In the morgue we lie cold,
Death claims its latest victims.
People stare.
We were the ones too afraid to show our true colours,
Ashamed of who we really were.
In life, we did our best to hold on,
But things don't always go as planned.
People stared, but never really looked.
There were always people watching us,
With shame and awe, pride and disgust.
Our lives were dramatically different,
But inside we were the same.
People stared, but only saw what we let them.
Our lives did not define our feelings,
Our pride did not determine our deaths.
It was fear of judgement from those we loved most,
That brought our stories to a close.
Now people glance at the words on our graves,
And stare at other lives they could save.
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The Dark And Day
PoetryDuality exists in every aspect of our lives. Light and dark, good and bad, pain and pleasure. Our souls are bared through our words, our own duality revealed. || Poetry Anthology || || Awards || 2nd Place in Poetry - Pawsome Awards 2022 © Ethan Embe...
