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Stares
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Just To Get Stuff Of My Mind Their stares,
The hate in them,
The envy in them,
Directed at me.
I used to cry,
I used to hide,
From those stares.
They scared me.
As I grew older,
Their stares,
Turned to disgust,
Turned to disgrace,
Still directed at me.
I ignored them,
I focused on other things.
The stares still hurt,
But the pain had numbed.
I’m in High School now,
Their stares lessened,
Turning to sadness,
Turning to pity.
It made my heart bleed,
With shame.
Every day,
I bled more and more.
Now I’m sick of bleeding,
This could be my last.
Still I go on,
Still my heart aches,
And their stares are still there,
Just a little less.
