Kindest Hearts

Visiting old places for old times’ sake

They stare at me like I’m an alien race

Look at me, curiously searching my face

“Why are you here today?”

Old best friends that were once my world

Now stroll past me without a word

Glancing over their shoulder

“Why did I know that stupid girl?”

Flipping through my old classmates’ pictures

Smiles of all kinds, frozen in time for an image

Their eyes seem cold, tracking my presence

“Why are you staring at us?”

I sit on my old bed, in front of the mirror

Sigh tiredly and see my reflection

Beaten up, mercilessly ripped apart-

And it hurts the most for the kindest hearts.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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