My Life.

I draw back the curtains and stare into the light The sun hits my face with blinding intensity This is my life I pull clothes over my naked body, hiding my shame Cuts and bruises decorate my pale skin Today is my first day of the eleventh grade The day I have been dreading I’m wearing clothes from last year No new hairstyle, no new shoes I look at myself in the dusty mirror hanging on my door Staring back at me was a scared girl Wearing a hand-me-down floral dress I collapse into a ball on my floor Tears stream down my face as I remember I remember the torment I remember their words I remember the stares I remember everything My mom hears my sobs and rushes to my side With her tender words I am able to stand again While I am still trembling I know I have no other choice The day unfolds just as I had foreseen Their snide remarks, their glances, all hit me like daggers I am defenseless “Why me?” were the only two words occupating my mind Relief washes over me as I walk home I’m safe, I’m safe My sanctuary is penetrated by their hatred, however Logging on to Facebook, I see a picture of myself I don’t remember posting this? The caption: “Look who’s back wearing last year’s Goodwill purchases!” My ears feel like they’re on fire I have to escape this Hell I’m living in I stumble into the kitchen, the tears soon begin flowing I need an escape A way out My eyes scan the kitchen and freeze on a gleaming butcher’s knife There before me on the wooden cutting board, was escape Pulling the knife up to my wrist, I drag the blade This was my life