Completion
I’ve got issues
And filled up tissues
That bear the tears
I’ve cried over the years
Covering the scars that form upon my skin,
But I’m not broken.
There are mascara marks on pillows
And memories of shattered windows;
Stains on my childhood
And innocence stolen through blood.
My father’s type is B positive.
I must’ve missed that gene
Or else I wouldn’t be standing here
Trying to figure out where everything went negative.
Wrong turns
And the past burns,
But if they’re burns from the past,
Why are they here with me,
Holding flames to my untarnished remnants to ensure their marks last?
They’ve gotten their point across
But still the burns remain as if to remind me of the loss.
I’m not sure of what, because I had nothing to lose.
I would like for them to try walking in my shoes
Just for a day, covering all the miles and barriers I’ve overcome.
They’ve no right to judge, because they would fall to the ground on step one.
It feels as if I live my life on trial.
No matter what I do, I’m questioned all the while.
My answers don’t suffice,
Even if they’re honest,
So, in chains I pay the price.
Tagged with tight-stringed labels,
I walk on cables
As if leaning either way will lead to my descent,
And to avoid falling, the request for perfection must be met.
I cannot possibly see myself as others want me to be.
I will not conform to anyone’s standards for normality.
I won’t be someone I cannot stand to be around,
Shattered upon my skin, the tarnished scars have left creases,
But I’m not broken.
Last time I checked,
I had all my pieces.