I experienced death at a young age

OutsiderL.T

 

I felt the presence of death at a young age. Not the one where the human body dies and the soul lives on but rather where the soul dies whilst the body is perfectly intact. Yes, at a young age I felt my parent's disapproval. Every time I would hear her footsteps approaching my room, I would, at an instant, rise and distract myself. Distract myself from her eyes, piercing me, making sure I was of use. After all, I'm a girl which means the dishes being dirty is my fault. I would distract myself from her insults coming in one by one while I stared down at my feet canceling her voice little by little. My soul died not when I had my very first love break my heart into pieces but when my mother called me useless. I experienced death at a young age when the person sitting down in a corner in the bathroom at 2 am crying and shaking with smears of mascara on her cheek, seemed worthless. My soul died there.

-OutsiderL.T

  • Author: OutsiderL.T (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 15th, 2021 15:57
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about my personal experience and what I felt through it. It describes me personally and my family.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 17
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  • The BlackShakespeare

    Wow this is truly deep. But stay strong and be encouraged.

    • OutsiderL.T

      Thank you, i'm not a professional but I'm using this to express myself.



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