never shrank back

I’m not evil.

I just never shrank back

When they started

Calling me evil.

And sure I made some mistakes

As a child;

But I didn’t have much of a childhood

In fact as a child

I was made to feel

Like a mistake.

So here is a story I am trying to tell

With all eloquence.

Perhaps not with as much clarity

As a prose writer

But back then this story

It was my reality.

I’m not claiming to be victim

Or victor.

I’m still trying to sort it out

Pretend there was some eloquence.

Not so much trying to rewrite history

But wondering if I can cope a little better

If I tell it a bit differently;

Because I know at this point

A happy or sad ending

For me will depend on

If I’m able to give myself

The beginning I never had.

They might call that evil, too.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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