Truly Me

This poem is the first time I have really been able to put my thoughts about society and the people that surround me on paper.

The truth is my rope,

Tighter and tighter it gets as the lies grow.

A constant struggle to be free,

That’s what life is for me.

Hands of hell are all around,

Slowly I’m being pulled down. 

Subtly, the wind whispers cruel words of fake friends.

Each will smile and shake my hand, 

Inside they have a plan. 

They’re the predator and I’m the prey.

What’s it like to be hunted each day?

Fear always lurks as I glance behind,

Words become poison that will kill me in time.

I wonder why people would go so far to see me cry,

To see me fall,

Just to be nothing at all.

A moment arrives where no one is more trust-worthy than the silent sky.

One word, one look, it all hurts.

Drip… Drip...Drip. 

My eyes are no longer a safe that holds it all in.

I’ve been robbed of my soul,

I will never get back what they stole.

All that’s left are the jagged scars from being ripped open and torn apart.

I yearn for innocence,

To go back to the time,

Where stealing a toy was the most horrific crime.

When the devils aren’t there to speak, 

Loneliness takes control,

Sickening memories begin to eat me whole.

Like a cat I relive each of my nine lives that have been taken. 

Drowning in a tsunami of pain,

Refusing to sink.

I hang on to all that’s left within the abyss know as my soul,

Strength. 

I am strong and will forever be.

That’s truly me. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Spagbella]

Very powerful... Love it! Love your metaphors in there, really makes you think. A very strong atmosphere throughout this poem, to then pull it together at the end, I really like your thinking behind this! Good luck for writing in the future.