No More

Behind these shades

Hide a pain that only she feels

Underneath the concealer, eyeliner

Foundation, face powder

Is the face of a person fed up

Tired of being ridiculed, picked on

Fed up of being the scapegoat, the guinea pig

The go to girl.

 

Under the black nail polish and loud music

Is a depression so severe, it has no cure

Is an agony so intense, it shatters her very being

An affliction so real, it seems fake

 

A girl tired

Tired of being the one

With the world on her shoulders

Tired of smiling and nodding to appease the other

Tired of being unwanted when being wanted is all

She ever wants

 

She’s sick of holding in the tears

That seem to want to burst forth out of her

Like a dam, like an overflowing river

Sick of not having an opinion

An option, a choice to say what she feels

Yet is still encouraged to do it

She’s sick of bowing her head and letting people

Spit hurtful words at her

Words that threaten to destroy her very being

Words that have already destroyed her psyche

 

No more…

No more walking all over me

And me not saying a thing about it

No more not letting me have a voice

No more making me feel like I’m inferior to you

Making me feel like you are better than me

 

No more taking me for a fool

And playing me like a clever game of chess

No more standing on my back

Breaking me so that I can boost you up

 

No more relying on me to finish things

That can be accomplished by you.

No more yes’s

No more okays

No more of course I don’t mind

 

I will take no more

Hate me, talk about me secretly

But you will never, not ever again

Make me feel like I’m no more.

Reviews

[Audrey Murray]

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[Audrey Murray]

Em
this poem is very eloquent
you show the reader many shades of pain
I hope you are writing more poems not just about rebelling but also about resolution anyone who can write such a wonderful poem I am sure has a plan