Blind

Every moment I am
in the darkness.
Due to darkness,
my remaining four senses
are heightened.

My cane hits objects.
Probably pairs of feet
and legs of whispering,
freaked out students.

I skip lunch to avoid
the same group of people
whom torment me.
They think it's a joke to
mess with a blinded girl.

They only know that I cannot
see.
They don't know the true story
of what actually happened that
night.

He didn't listen when I said 'No'.
He got angry.
Next thing I knew, he pulled
a gun and shot my face.

I don't know why the hell
I am still here.
He was supposed to love me.
Now I know that humans do not
love.
They're emotionless.
Heartless.
Insensitive.

My face has a scar.
That's what the doctors
told me my last visit.
It's fully healed.

I never told anyone
who actually blinded me.
I lied every time and said
that I didn't remember.

Sometimes I see colorful,
blurring shapes.
Most of them quickly retreating.

A blind girl can't kill you.
She can't even see.
I'm a blind girl who'd rather kill
herself.
Yet, I can't act upon it because
I'm always being watched by
adults.

I don't know what I'm doing
here.
I want to escape.
Not into darkness, but into
light.
I want to see the world again.