My Abcs
After
Breaking
Crying and
Drowning;
After feeling:
Empty
Forgotten
Guilty
Hated
Insecure
Judged;
After being:
Kept out
Labeled and lied to
Mistaken
Negative
Offended
Picked on
Quiet
Rejected
Stressed
Torn
Unaccepted
Valueless
Worried
X’d out
Yelled at
Zoned out
You still ask, “How are you?”
and I still say, “I’m fine.”
while I am thinking about, feeling, reliving all of these things.
After bawling every night
and trying to talk to someone,
You still don’t see me crying on the inside even though I have a smile plastered on my face.
I am human.
I am a girl.
I am just like you.
So why do you have to divide us?
Why do you care what I wear or what I say?
Will it effect you in any way?
Only if you let it.
So I am not ok.
I am and always will be,
alone
broken
cheated
dead
empty
I am the ABC’s
- written 12/10/17
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