Chasing that which is unseen
Phantoms running through empty spaces
On a ledge I stand alone
Asking myself why
Slashed and bruised
My porcelain skin is
Reminding me of my prison
A home that should be safe
A place of companion and understanding
But when I look all I see
Is fury and hatred
For I am the one you refuse to accept and see
To you I am always wrong
Never right
What I have become is a humiliation in your eyes
Something to ignore
I see myself and wonder
Does your opinion matter?
Can I not be me my way?
And still make you proud
Must I always hide in shadow?
In fright of your rage

By black rose