The Jacket

Feeling the cold breeze floating through my skin.
There’s no help
Not even by the superiors.
Worst years without a pause.
There’s no end to this nightmare,
I do not belong anymore,
Never did anyways.
They only noticed me by my ugliness.
Girls that were spring,
They fell like a loose leave would in the fall and got swept away without a sound by the wind.
Wearing this humiliation around my shoulder.
Wondering why it can’t give me my liberation.