He used to call me beautiful
until he opened his eyes
for the first time
and called me the words
he said would never come out of his thin lips.
He called me "ugly"
and he broke me.
He threw me in the trunk of his car
and dropped me off in an alley
alone.
broken.
shattered.
When I told him to shatter me
I never thought he would do this
because this isn't just shattering me
this is destroying me,
ripping my insides out
and leaving them on the table
that we ate our first meal together at
as a family.
He destroyed the only person
he had a future with.
Now he devours every girl he meets
showing them how much he "loves them"
when he'll only devour them for a day
and throw them out
like trash.
But I thought I was his favorite piece of trash
the kind of piece that he would dig for to find again.
But what I realized
in my bed in this cold,
damp,
mental facility,
is that he never cared about any of us.
"Any of us?"
he asked
All the girls in my hall in the mental facility
the girls you ruined
and I was their only way of surviving
until he came back
to visit me
and he called me "ugly"
again,
and I slipped back into my mind
to vacation on the soft sand of my psychotic brain.
We all live there
all of us,
the girls he devoured and killed
we vacation together,
and find guys who treat us right.
Because that wasn't him.
Too bad all it is
is a perk of my psychotic brain
that he created.
YOU ARE READING
The Teenage Mind
PoetryA collection of poetry For any teenager Who feels alone, And ugly. This is for the ones who just need a rant session. This poetry collection Is for the outcasts, And for the goldens, Because here we are all anonymous. Well, except for me.