with however much
tears may fall
from my tired eyes.
The memories
of your sour words
with guiltless smiles
and laughter
haunt my ears.
All this time
I was a fool
to think that
I’ve scratched you out
from under my skin.
To remember what I
purposely tried to bury,
is like burning myself
slowly.
Again for the nth time,
I get to feel
twice the pain…
That dull, heavy fist
pounding at my chest,
telling me I can’t ever escape.
To get caught up again
in this whirlwind
of adolescent emotions,
Impossible definition
of what it is which
causes so much confusion.
How shameful it is
to acknowledge I
haven’t outgrown
my 14 year old self.
That time when I
simply endured
the hours spent
in that place.
Spent with the likes of you…
perfect little bitches,
thanks
For pushing me in my place,
with those indifferent stares
and false sympathy
I’m still displaced,
I won’t budge anymore,
hope you’re happy.
~mje Sunday, October 4, 2009 at 3:14pm
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