Shattering Mirrors.A Poem by Gabrielle Harris
I can't help but make a scene.
It's part of me, Who I am. I hate when people stare at me Even if that's inevitably what I want. Names fly from all directions, I duck so they don't hit me. "Freak." "B***h." "Weirdo." "W***e." So many more. I don't like the sourness that settles in my stomach When one of the names hit me. I run to the bathroom, The one with the shattered mirror, And shatter more mirrors. I grab the gun I have brought with me, Walking into the halls. The first girl screams, And then there's blood. "Please don't." "I'm so sorry." "What did I ever do to you?" Everything. When it's all done, I smile. Putting the gun up to my own head, I pull the trigger. I am no more.
© 2014 Gabrielle Harris |
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