All They Are Are Words Poem by Kate Brossman

I remember when,
I was twelve years old.
And there wasn't much,
Behind the story told.
It was a summer night,
And god, I felt so alone.
But nothing could of prepared me for,
When I was told that my mom would never be coming home.
I walked to school,
With my head held down.
I refused to smile,
Or even make a sound.
I felt hollow inside,
Like I was made of glass.
I was already cracked and ready to shatter,
Awaiting to be swept up and thrown away: hidden behind a transparent mask.
The kids at school,
Said I didn't fit in.
Decided to tell me,
To just give in.
To end my life,
Because I had no worth.
Because I was different,
And god...Did it hurt.
I cried every night,
My own tear filled lullaby.
And screamed into the silence,
Always asking why into the bleak, starless sky.
As I got older, I had enough one day.
I was tired of the pain.
So I jumped from my seat,
And began to scream.
'Who are you to say,
That I'm worthless?
Who are you to judge,
You are far from perfect! '
They looked at me and laughed,
Little dark inklings they were.
It only made them smile,
And I can't even describe the agony and sorrow that occurred.
But I would never give in,
To their demands no matter how much they hurt.
Because no matter what they say.
all they are is words