You say I can talk to you?
Fine.
I look at my homework and cry.
I walk down hallways like I'm on death row.
I hide in my room because I don't want to see you.
I say I don't want to be touched and you disrespect me.
I say I hate myself and you think I'm lying to you.
I try to breathe and get yelled at by you.
I need a break now and again.
If I could say any of that
to any of you
none of them
would be a problem.
- Author: JB (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 22nd, 2018 19:08
- Comment from author about the poem: God my life sucks right now. All I have is theatre, English, and strategic games club. Two of those are under attack. Jesus Christ I'm mad. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my visual poetry.
- Category: Letter
- Views: 10
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