They Spat On Me

They spat on me,

I heard as they laughed and scoffed

'Jesus freak ha! There is no God'

I stand in the midst of feet, untrod

Trying to crush me, put down my troth.

They knew their words saddened me,

 

They still spat on me.

Outcast, weirdo, I felt alone

Just because I'm something they don't condone.

I feel as if I have been stoned

By scorn and slander, it pierced my soul

And through all of this agony,

 

They still spat on me

Friends I loved, I grew to hate

A clan of a******s, they're nothing but fake

They gossiped, and gave the rumors praise

They gave my name defame and shame

When my friends turned their backs on me,

 

Everyone spat on me.

Yet I still believe what I believe

If that means I'm a freak then a freak I'll be

So f**k you, normality.

And everyone who looks down on me

Though covered in bruises and spit,

I'm free.

Free from those who spat on me

Author's Note

A little rant I had, lol. I'm venting in this one.

Reviews

[Dische]

That was an amazing poem. I can relate to it very much it is very well writeb and makes me feel bad that anyone would have to go through that " being spat on ". Abd don't worry about this being a bot of a rant that is often what poetry is about so that you can rant and/or get your mind off things, or atleast that is what poetry means to me.

[William Maisonave]

powerful,stick to ya guns girl. The world is already filled with too many cliche followers as it is

[TheFunkyCactus]

This is a stupedous poem. Your emotion and experiences are evident in your words and they are incredibly powerful. I especially loved the last stanza, just the way you tied everything together and stood up for what you believed....perfect. The rhyming is also fantastic, and the flow is just right. AWESOME :)