So you say I've changed
That they want the old me back
The happy cheery kind girl
Go check the grave she's in
She died when you left her all alone
How can you use that tone
Making me the monster
Where were you when she was beaten up all alone
where were you when she was getting humiliated
You called her a friend saying I'll never leave you
Now look what you've done
You don't like the person I've become
She ain't coming back
This is me and if you can't handle that
Look in the mirror
See that shadow behind you
You killed her
That girl
The innocent from you made go to parties
The one who you dragged along just to leave her alone,
So who are you going to **** next
Who else are you going to leave bleeding
Who else are you going to let your boyfriend beat up and call them names
Who else
How many more lives before you accept that
You did this when you left me that day
We where sister's then nevermore
So if you don't like who I am
Go look in the mirror
Go see the person who pushed me
Who made me this

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

mementos
richly held
hidden in
fractured chest

big people
shifting boxes
heavy
light

silenced
a child's fissure
clasping favourite shell
close

swift salvage
in tight world
rescue from
gaping hole




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