Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2021
Oh, but I couldn't see,
I Couldn't see the loser you made of me!
I couldn't feel, I didn't know the worst you can make of me!
Oh, but I didn't fight, no I didn't learn,
And for what?
To have a laugh in my face or behind my back...

Oh, I couldn't see what was going on,
I Couldn't realise the tool you made of me
For what?
I Have no clue, no, no...
It wasn't too embarrassing nor cruel.

Oh! I couldn't see, nor hear, nor feel.
I couldn't,...
Can't
...
No more.
*Say high-school filth (with self-observation) can help a heart mend become more lucid.
Theodora Oniceanu
Written by
Theodora Oniceanu
70
   ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems