I Am Abused
By Akilia, age 14, Oklahoma
Poetry isn't something you do; it's something you feel. All of your emotions are put into not just the things around you. Writing like I do, I can understand when you let someone get the better of you, but don't, because it's never worth stressing over. Now here is something really big and new for anyone who likes my stuff.I Am Abused
I feel like you see the bruises
I know you see my pain
I see you staring even though you pose as if you're not caring, but dare I say it again?
I am abused.
I worry that you hear my screams and know about my shattered dreams
I hope that you never see what happens behind closed doors
I understand if you don't wanna speak to me ever again, please remember ...
I am abused.
I wish that life would be way easier for us all
I want you to know that I am proud of who I am
I need you to understand how
I am abused.
I'm NOT abused physically, but mentally, abusing myself until I'm sick. Abusing myself until there is nothing left. I abuse myself because of what I am becoming. My brain is dead and so is the world to me. Cold heart, broken bones, shattered canvases, paint everywhere, this isn't even half of what's in my head.