Here I am walking along a lonely road,
Because there was simply no where else to go.
They told me to just be me.
But when I try to be the best I can be,
I turn around and they then torture me.
With words that will never fade,
As I slowly get out the blade.
With actions that will never tame,
It’s all just the same.
With people that will never leave,
For I will always grieve.
For I will never be,
The person they want me to be.
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Peoples stares, glares and their cursed lies
trying to drag me down to that lonely place of darkness
A place that I am safe but alone with my own devices
How many times have I been there until one day
I saw a mouse in my lonely place and he was only there
for a moment and then finding a way out, was gone
Seeing the escape brought me to see a light so small
but it was there until I gazed upon this little light
my eyes focused on light, getting bigger and soon
my darkness escaped and the mouse returned with
a piece of bread and showed me the way to
the source of all light where love dwells and peace.
Somewhere out there are people who really will like you just the way you are! I promise! I hope you find them soon, and can get away from asshats who are judgemental and cruel.
Your poetry is beautiful – I have tried to write some, but it’s so much harder than it looks! – and I think you are beautiful, too. I hope you feel better soon. I hope someone is kind to you today. I hope that soon you can find solace in some way that doesn’t need a blade. But staying alive is the most important thing, so in the meantime, do it any way you can.