Am I Really?

Am I really what they say?

Dumb

Hateful

Backstabbing

Maybe anger swayed their thoughts..

Or maybe not.

Those words they say

They must be true

According to the deeds I do

Sneaking

Slipping through the cracks

Swallowing tears between the wacks

Here I sit, all alone

Not a smile to be shown

Wondering what’s to some

When all I want to do is run

To loving arms

A gentle face

Not to think of all I can’t erase

My escape will be gone

Friday comes with the dawn

Then two days

Left out in open

Walls torn down

Shaking nerves fall to the ground

In with a breath

Out with a tear

What more wrong can I do here?