DFYS

yea right

slap across my face.

hot coffee burning my arms.

shoved into the sharp corners of my bureau.

thrown outside, the cold freezes my tears.

no scars, just temporary pain.

mascara trails down my face, raw throat.

screaming to closed ears.

can anybody hear me?

no.

hate?

no. but they don't like me.

want to send me far away, but we have no money.

want me to see a shrink, but that's too expensive.

I don't want to get married.

I don't want to have kids. 

this prison of a house, even my room provides no solace.

my favorite place is the shower. 

drown my sorrows away. 

but this doesn't show on my face. 

I need to appear stronger for those around me.

Just apply some more mascara.

Tomorrow will be another day.

Maybe I'll "fall" down the stairs.

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

You have succeeded in scaring the hell out of me.
This was hella intense. Superb.

[Frantzuu]

Awesome write, packed with strong emotions.

[Lexi Nicole]

So much emotion in this. It really makes you think. Very good job, you should be proud of this.

[Coyote Poetry]

A excellent poem. Some lesson are learn the hard way. My youngest daughter who is fourteen had watched her sister's babies learn some good lessons. Kids are hard work. When you are young. A house can be a prison. Funny part. Later in a life. We will miss home and parent. A very good ending to a outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote