Mean Kids

A Poem by Isolation

Why have I become so cold?

It was the mean kids in the earlier years,
the one's that were here to dance in our tears.
The one's that laughed at our physique,
mocking every word we speak.
The tears may have dried all up,
and the kids may have gone away,
but the wounds they left are here to stay.
The stomping of their feet in the past,
have me wondering how long I'll last,
under the weight of their spoken words.
Branded me, still burning away the remnants of my soul.
Until I become nothing like they've always said,
they question why my spirit is dead.