Rage.
It is all that I see.
Rage and tears
take my sight away.
My silent screams fill the night,
but nobody cares to listen.
I just want to escape everything,
leave everything behind.
Why do they do it?
How do they care?
They make me feel like shit,
day after day.
They don't say anything,
but that's the issue.
It's like I am inside a mirror.
A shadow.
I am a shadow.
Barely anyone notices me.
Barely anyone thinks about
how these shadows are projected.
I see "Them" staring at me.
Snickering at me.
Glaring at me.
Like I'm a piece of meat.
I hear the voices.
The ones that come from their mouths.
I see the fake smiles,
plastered on their plastic faces.
I guess I am a shadow.
Or maybe even a piece of broken glass from a mirror.
I am cracked down the middle,
and never able to be healed.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Crappy Poetry (please read?)
ŞiirHey guys! This was actually a request from I_Am_Joker. He told me to write more poetry after he read my previous poem, Hater's Make Us Famous. I hope you enjoy it, etc, etc, and let me know what you think.
