You think that it's funny,
but in reality it's not.
You try to avoid your pathetic little life,
by making others just the same.
You find some sort of twisted joy,
in causing other's pain.
You bring your friends along
to laugh at that girls hair,
or call another gay.
To push someones head in the toilet
and make your pain fade away.
Just maybe you're a little f*cked,
and so you convert them like you
to think maybe you're not alone,
if they're in agony too.
The thing no one knows,
is that you cry yourself to sleep
about your screwed up life
that causes you to weep.
So the next time you taunt
or tease about one's weight,
remember that feeling of sorrow
and bitter self hate.
It not too hard to change,
to pick up your act
and bring someone up
instead of attack,
to compliment another
on their hair and face,
on their smile and clothes
or smarts and weight.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Glass
PoetryWhen everything is broken, and all the mirrors are destroyed, your wrist are cut open there are your thoughts that you wish to avoid. When everything is falling apart, and you long for this time to pass, you lie there with a torn up heart and st...
