I close my eyes,
But darkness grabs me with cold, soothing hands,
I blink,
Shadows reach out with little fingers to caress my tears.
People breath down my neck,
Chasing me through my thoughts, through my memories.
I let them.
Let them take me through years of pain, death, and humiliation.
Like daggers light breaks through the darkness,
I scream rage.
Both sides fight,
What does that make me?
People put my thoughts into words and actions.
I just go into the darkest part of my mind,
Hating myself.
As well as the people who snicker and talk,
Talk about my clothes, my looks, my attitude.
I feel like a tool, old, useless, feeling no happiness.
All is not right in the world,
The ground seethes,
Making me stumble, fall, and hurt myself.
The trees they loathe,
Their branches like claws wanting to tear at me,
ripping and scratching.
I can't react to the creatures stares,
Making me helpless and unwanted.
Do not I belong somewhere?
To someone?
Will you save me from this torture?
OR will you be like everyone else?
Even me?
And despise me like I do?
Until I find the good in me.
