That's not who I am

A Poem by Bianca King

Take it as you wish.

Look at you a broken record
And a master of disguise
All the things I’ve ever wished for
Well I saw them in your eyes
All the dreams that were instilled
Well you made them with your hands
Now these dreams that I am filled with
They are something I can’t stand

I can paint a picture
With ten thousand words
And people will run for miles
So they can be heard
And all the things you saw
They will never be learnt
I won’t let them be seen
All the pictures were burnt

Because that’s not who I am

Sugar coat it if that’s your wish
Tell no one of what we spoke
Blame me and no other
Tell everyone I broke
Just know deep down inside
That this was all your fault
I told you of the consequences
You hid them in a vault

I can show you what’s been done
If only you could hear
Life that has been stifled
That is something I do fear
You see opportunities
Where I just see a cage
And blind men
Stumbling around in rage

And that’s not who I am

I could never hear myself crying
Because you were screaming so loud
The pain I felt when I was dying
It reminded me, once I was proud
Then I heard myself crying
And I was filled with such shame
I never wanted to be burning
Was that your aim?

Because still, that’s not who I am