PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Barefoot in the rain


Can you see the stigma in my face The warts and blisters on my feet Do you know how I got in this place? I've lived and done it all and I'm only thirteen I am a news headline I am one third in a growing epidemic Now you know why the walls cry Branded with the imprint of my fists Now you know why my loved ones hide I am a child in crisis I reject the help that's given to me I hurt myself because you see something ugly If I don't tell you won't listen Verbal threats I just can't stop it Medication is only a temporary fix I'll run away get into some criminal mischief I am a challenge by default Just cause my name is in the system Doesn't mean it's my fault I walk as if I'm lost I'm stuck, my life on pause Judge my damaged outlook I am not just misunderstood I go where the rain takes me I laugh because that's what's in my fantasy Barefoot I am Help, I lost my shoes in a world called reality
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.

Wicked_rosebud

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

Comments are closed for this poem.