Not any more
I turn away when you look at my face.
I cringe when you walk by in the halls.
You are to blame for my deppresion.
You are at fault for my scars.
Because of you I am forced to live this lie.
Because of you i am forced to wear this mask.
I am tired of it.
I am done with this pain.
Now, when you look at my face I look back.
Now, when you walk by me in the halls, I walk tall.
You start to look away.
You start to cringe.
I laugh because the sneer that was on your face is now gone.
I am the one with the sneer.
I now look at you like you are nothing but dirt.
You remember the days you hurt me and called me names.
Now you are sorry.
I will never accept that apologie.
You are nothing.
I am the supperior one.
From now on, you will bow to me.
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
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.
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.