~I See~

little lay lay

I see. 

I see the blame, the hurt, the pain in your eyes.  The kind of eyes you say I'm fine with, the ones you lie with, because you're not and you fear people will never understand.

I see.

I see the joy you create in bringing others down.  The light of your life to bring tears to stain my eyes with.  The kind of stain that is unremovable.

PERMANENT.

A permanent phrase repeated to seep into your skin that hurts you which causes you to bring others down;

But I Never Knew.

I never knew that someone like you could hurt too, but you did.  And you hurt uncontrollably. You didn't mean to but still... you did and still... you continue.  Even in the aftermath of your presence being gone you still hurt.

I see.

I see you at your worst when everyone tears you down yet I still sit, because I think you deserve it. 

And that's why you're gone.

Because of me.

I would sit through your pain and I never stopped your retaliation.

That's why you're gone.

You're gone because I was blind, but saw to sit, but never to stand up.

  • Author: lay lay (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 30th, 2017 20:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: this poem is about a close friend I have that used to bully me. The first part of the poem is what i had realized after confronting my bully. She was really hurt and feared no one would understand her. The second part is about how I originally thought she enjoyed bringing me pain, but like I said I never knew. I never knew that she was truly sad and that's why she was always mean because seeing someone else sad made her happy and she wanted someone just like her deep down. So when I saw others be mean to her I never stood up. They were so mean to her that she switched schools and made new friends. All the while I kept thinking if she was never mean that would have never happened to her and that is why I confronted her. I also wanted to start fresh because we grew up to go to high school and I didn't want hate in my heart or conscience. As it turned out she wanted to start fresh to.
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