chasing that witch 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 compassion & understanding
but when i look all i see is fury & 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 why?
and still make you proud
must i always hide in shadow?
in fright of your rage

by black rose
date: 8-20-2014