Burned
I look and see them
laughing and smiling,
And I look at myself
and see absolutely nothing.
I see a pile of ashes
but nothing burning,
for the pain within
has already been hurting.
He hasn’t even noticed
The sad tears I shed,
On the outside I am happy
But on the inside I am dead.
What am I
Am I just a toy,
Forgotten and broken
Left behind by a boy.
I don’t understand why
It seems that he enjoys it,
Watching me scream and cry
And die slowly bit by bit.
It seems like he
Is not concerned,
By the fact that
I have been burned.
This poem is about:
Me
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