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ABC, This Is Me
7/23/2013
A girl
A ghost
A hope
A dream
A girl
Broken
Because people
Beat her down
Broke her
Bones and
Broke her heart
Cut her open and tore her apart
Cutting never fixed anything
Control is an illusion that she had to believe
Doesn’t care where she’s heading as long as it is not
Down
Distance haunts her eyes and soul and
Everybody can see the lines of where she broke before
Empty heart and eyes and
Every scar reaches her bones
She is cold
Eyelids are her favorite body part
Except when they cover something beautiful
Like the eyes of the person that she loved
She hated his eyelids for hiding him
She couldn’t see what he was feeling
Unless his eyes were open
Because his heart never spoke
Frozen tears
Frame her
Face
now
“Freak of nature” they say
She defied the odds and she
Survived
“Fabulous.”
Freak.
“Gorgeous”
Grody.
Gray is her favorite color
She says it’s stuck in the middle
Like her
Between black and white
Heaven and Hell
If there is such a thing.
How many nights has she cried
Herself to sleep?
How come nobody sees her or
Hears her screaming?
How did she become so invisible,
Hideous,
How?
Is there a light at the end of her tunnel or
Is her life one big circle of
Just hurting
Just because she doesn’t talk
doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel and
Just because she doesn’t look
doesn’t mean she cannot see you
Kidnapping all of the wrong hearts that
Kept her in the dark
too long
Listen to her
Lie,
Lie,
Lie.
Maybe she was right
Maybe you should have listened before
Mystery is what she is and she is
Me
“Never” and
“Nobody” and
“No” are her favorite things to say
Her world is
Black and white
All or nothing
Open your heart and eyes and keep an
Open mind
because she is full of
Surprises
Promises are bullshit, I’m so sorry
Pinky swear
Like children on the
Playground
When did the playground get so small?
Why wouldn’t anybody play with me?
Question marks surround her face
Queen of nothing good
Restless every single night
Will she ever sleep?
Rocking back and forth
Hugging her knees
Everything
Sucks.
Everything sucks a lot.
Survivor
She is a survivor
But not of anything worth mentioning
Trust is something she is searching for
Everybody trusts her
But she doesn’t trust herself
Or anybody
For that matter
Unbreakable, right?
Right.
Unbendable
She always said
“Don’t bend me too far, or I will break
Please stop, that hurts. A lot.”
She broke.
Violence terrifies her far too much
Her mother hates the color
Violet
And the girl hates all things
Violent
Who cares?
The girl cares but
Who cares about the girl?
“Whatever.”
Independent like the
X axis
From math class, which she hates
Youth was taken long ago,
“You will never understand.”
“No” does not mean
“Yes.”
She likes
Zippers because they
Keep her heart and arms and legs and stomach
From ever being seen
She just wanted to be seen.
