Putting on a band-aid

Ella-1427

Say what you want about me,

tell me that you don’t believe me, tell me that you don’t think I deserve it, or that I can do it.

 

Think what you want about me,

think that I’m lazy, think that I shouldn’t be sad, think that I’m so far gone so you won’t even try.

 

Treat me how you feel about me,

be mean to me, be passive towards me, treat me like the kid you still want me to be.

 

Fine. Do it. 

 

You can speak, you can think, and you can treat me differently.

But you don’t define me anymore. 

 

You’ve cut me open and I bled out, but open wounds turn into scabs and scars.

And everyone knows to be careful so that you don’t get injured a second time.

  • Author: Ella S. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 13th, 2025 08:59
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about one of my teachers who over the past year has completely shifted her view-point of how she sees me.\r\nI know she will never see this, but a part of me opes that she does.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • sorenbarrett

    A raw and powerful poem of resistance to others abuse through being oneself. Lovely



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