RumorA Poem by YashodaHer mother used to tell her Not to hurt or judge anybody You see She was taught to be nice to everybody But one day she met this somebody Years later brushed him off as nobody She always wanted to make her name and gain fame But not in this way Now, he wanted the world to revolve around him So the light in his eyes were no longer dim Not because of cigarettes and drugs But with the poisoned words he let slip off his tongue And that made the flames roar as he fulfilled this long term desire To dominate, so, he spit fire Domination gained by words that sting and burn Things she never knew about herself she later came to learn Phrase by phrase the rumors spread through Like wildfire as the flames grew She felt the heat from a distance as the sneers and jeers came her way About that, she had nothing to say And till this day The thought of that little girl not standing up That person stopped living You made her consider the pesticides and weedicides Blades for suicide She was an insomniac She stayed awake each night But not in her bed She stayed awake each night Fighting battles in her head Because lots of things in her defense was left unsaid The latch on the metal door held back A sea of lables ready to attack Her sanity And they say, she had OCD You see She had to make sure the door was locked Kept sleepless by the loud knocks That made her check the latch over and over and over again Afraid to let in those old friends that drove her insane And just to be sure, she'd check the door over and over and over again The labels held her ever so tightly like it was the first time Packaging herself to be victimized Lies upon lies, through the blinds, she heard That she was deranged and disorganized Feeding her irrelevant remarks See, you need to learn the difference between 'being' and 'having' Because people are not depressed, they suffer from depression People are not failures, they have made mistakes that lead them to a downfall But sometimes I know it's hard for you to not think before you speak And there is a difference you see When you began judging by size; She didn't think her time on earth was worth Letting a metal clock and rubber plate define her self worth As each calorie filled a sinkhole of depression Caused by the unconcerned lash of a tongue That later said she had bad taste, making her insecure of her place She really didn't know that you took your time to go about licking the choices that she made And it was over time she realized that everything you said was not what she was She was too disorganized, over-emotional, desperate or overweight She was a person And she had feelings too Expressing these thoughts in the way that the little me was afraid to do. © 2015 YashodaAuthor's Note
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13 Reviews Added on December 7, 2015 Last Updated on December 7, 2015 AuthorYashodaTrinidad and TobagoAbout♥ Adrian Ivashkov is bae ♥ VA/Bloodlines Addict ♥ Belieber ♥ Rusher ♥ Just cruising through that Caribbean life. (jkjk, not cruising, because...life.) French &.. more..Writing
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