The chance to fall in love or to
have a great friend is a scare
and an alarm rings in me then I
bundle my nerves,
let them out,
and live my
life with
grief.
They used to always scold me
to leave them alone.
I would cry and draw
illustrations of them
when I got home.
I would tear them
apart and see
them in
shreds.
Nothing harder
than being the girl
everyone in school dreads.
Or family at the house you live.
Everywhere I’m picked on don’t even
know what I did.
I was the awkward
problem kid.
Now I’m twenty
still remembering
eighth grade bullies now look what
they did.
I had to be first to learn
in order to throw their points in the fire
and see their leisure burn.
Either that or you can
prepare my urn.
Want me to die?
No, that is a lie.
I’m staying to live and breathe.
I can breathe and live with this.
You can breathe too just get out of
my business.
Don’t ever open my treasure chest without
my consent.
Never want to open the memories and wonder
where you went.
Take it slow
learn as
you go.