They taunt me because I am different –
Their words pierce through me
Like a knife piercing through skin.
They are like voices in my head –
Voices that whisper, scream –
Haunt my dreams.
They think they know me, know my story.
Whispering in the wind words with no meaning
But words I take to heart
Because of the hurt they give me.
Cold tears run down my already damp face.
Pain hurtles through my sore body
As my head throbs in agony –
Patronizing laughter surrounds my scared body –
I am in a world full of people who hate me.
Their voices full of disgust try to consume me –
Take me prisoner.
To no avail – I can take no more of it.
Soon I force my shattered body to stand.
I rip my eyes open –
Force them to see the faces.
I only see one –
Mine.
I face a mirror,
Staring into sinister-black orbs I call eyes.
To find a broken girl –
Once full of hope and freedom,
She shimmered like a diamond in the night sky.
Within the glass words whisper, “You are not me.”
I shatter the already broken glass into millions of pieces –
Never to be whole again.
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Journeys
PoetryTake a journey into a world where everyone can be anyone. Where everything can happen. Where nothing is impossible... a collection of poems.