Shot Down

February 25

Shot Down

I feel like i'm climbing a ladder

Rungs up and up

only up

I just want to smile

I hate my teeth but I love myself and all I wanna do is show off my wack smile

I hate my frizzy hair but when i’m climbing i don’t care

I hate to talk out loud but this ladder makes me feel so high and i have to talk so loud so everyone can hear me

I hate the sun but this ladder im talking about brings me closer to it and i don’t burn

Im glowing like gold

But you’re right behind me all the time. Grabbing my ankles, screaming at me.

“You can’t do it.” “You aren’t good enough” “You don’t even want this, you like being lazy. You are lazy”

Sometimes I don’t listen. I know your game.

You can’t kill me, but i love you too much to kick you in the face and act like i don't hear you cursing me when you're falling to the ground.

So why do you grab your gun and shoot me down?

Why do turn your cheek when i cry? Cause i feel like the way you hurt me is trapped in heart and escapes from eyes.

I can’t speak. (and if i could id never tell you im sorry)

All the way to the bottom and i’m stuck there for awhile

While you look down on me from the ladder “I told you so.”

I wish this wasn’t such a battle, and I wish I didn’t feel so defeated.

Reviews

[StateofHope]

Ladders are never a good thing. Fire escape ladders means you’re in the middle of trouble. Corporate ladders are a cut throat business. If you’re going to ascend, stair cases are the best. You can choose to rest at any plat form, you can even sit down on some stairs. While a ladder is nothing but pain; hands, arms, calves, knees, back. It sounds like the person is a family member, I would guess an older brother. Keep up the good fight.