Poetry

You told me that I couldn't leave my home,

But here I am walking; free to roam,

You told me that everyone hated me,

But here I am laughing with family so I disagree.

You told me that I was on death's door,

But here I am still alive and ready for more.

You told me that I tear my own world apart,

But here I am surviving just with a heavy heart.

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Winning one challenge can throw you off course anxiety,

So I am here to tell you that I'm ready to be a part of society.

No matter what symptoms you give me or how you make me feel,

I will still be here struggling through each day and fighting to heal.

Why do they want to hurt me?

Why won't they let me be?

Why do they see me as a predator?

Why do they see me as a competitor?

 

How will I ever prove myself to them?

How will I ever prove that I am a rare gem?

How will I persuade them to give me trust?

How will I prevent their disgust?

 

What will it take for them to see the real me?

What if I am never able to feel free?

What is it about me that they hate so much?

What makes me feel so out of touch?

 

One day I will stop asking these questions and say:

There is no goodness in this; only my own decay.

I will start to ask those questions about them instead,

And it will no longer bother me with fear and dread.

She disconnected from the world around her,

She watches life pass by until everything is a blur,

She tries to reach out and scream save me,

But the darkness won't let her be free.

 

Her bright smile hides all of her pain,

But her saddened eyes reveal the dark secrets tucked away in a dark corner of her brain.

The marks on her skin tell a story that nobody knows,

Her fear made shivers run down her spine and everyday it grows.

 

The burden became too heavy to carry on,

The fire inside her was burning out she just had to be gone.

But somehow she built the courage to push through,

She dreamt of a better life where her current reality wasn't true.

 

But one day everything seemed brighter,

The marks began to fade and she felt lighter.

She managed to crawl to the other side of the tunnel and catch her breath,

She had escaped the sharp clutches of death.