The Cold Years

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this after my geometry teacher humiliated me by reading something I wrote and dropped in the hallway in front of my class, then read my signature and gave it back to me. I was close to tears. All of my bottled up emotions wanted to come out. I wanted to sprint out of the classroom, out the front doors and cry. I didn't take notes that day. Instead, I wrote this as a bit of retaliation and telling myself I won't let others get to me, no matter how they humiliate me or make me feel less human than I am every day. Enjoy please..

Submitted: March 31, 2012

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Rip out my soul

Set it a-flame

Say nothing's different

Everything's the same

 

Bind my hands and feet

Gag me with a chain

Break all your promises

Watch me writhe in pain

 

Break everything in me

Push me to my knees

Make me beg for mercy

Screaming at you please

 

Laugh into my face

Tell me this is nothing

Do you see me crying?

This nothing is something

 

Yet I rise from my ashes

Brush away the tears

Somehow I'm still alive

After these long cold years


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