My Life, My Choice
I wake up, put on my clothes,
wash my face, fix my hair and look in the mirror with disgust.
Yes, I'll do it.
I go to school and walk to class,
I can hear them behind me, laughing,
snickering, making jokes.
I see them at lunch, glancing, pointing.
Your words and gestures will never cut
as deep as my blade.
Yes, I'll do it.
I come home, back to safety,
but the hatred lingers.
No social media, they're there too,
just waiting, like a tiger waiting in the tall grass for its prey.
I take my happy little pill to drown the humiliation and hatred.
Yes, I'll do it.
I sit on the edge of my bed,
blade in hand, ready... set... do it!
Wait!
If I fall through they win and I lose.
I will not be the loser anymore.
It's my life and I choose to live it!
NO, I WON'T DO IT!
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