Deja Vu

A poem inspired by my past and present bullies

Deja Vu.

I’m feeling it quite heavily now…

The words hurt but they have no clue,

Let’s see how much bullshit my mentality will allow.

Physical, mental, emotional, spiritual.

I’m broken in all these ways and more.

But wouldn’t you be too,

If at only 12 everyone called you a w***e?

And when I say that no one noticed…

When I say that no one cared

Just know it’s not a hyperbole,

Everyone I’ve confided in has hurt me.

But I guess that’s what I get.

That’s just truly what I deserve.

And to be honest, through all this s**t,

I never really had much nerve.

They say that “People cry not because they’re weak”,

“It’s because they’ve been strong for too long”

Well then where do I stand?

Because even as I write this that feels wrong.

I’m feeling empty inside,

From my demons, I can’t hide,

My hope of true happiness has died,

And all those times I said “I’m fine.”

I lied.

Because when I’m all alone,

There’s no need to have a fake, cheery tone,

But I guess, as I’ve grown,

I realized these thoughts weren’t originally my own.

They came from the ones who despised me,

The ones who pushed me down and pulled my hair.

The ones that just couldn’t leave me be,

And the ones that said I was a waste of air.

It started off small,

Then in my skin, I started to scrawl,

I became this living doll,

Who just wanted to end it all.

Author's Note

It's very rhyme heavy but that's just how I write so...

Reviews

[Tryingtolive]

This is amazing I hope I can someday write something as great as this. Keep going :)