Athena Overing


Alone In A Hateful World


Whispering to deaf ears
Screaming into the infinite void
No one will listen
No one will care

Simply a new challenge
A new obstacle
To test their maturity
Was I ever truly wanted?

Money is how I am seen, a profit, a statistic
Not allowed to leave
The exit is obscured
And if I reach it, I'll be locked away

The end is certain
Yet delayed by these chains
Meant to bleach me
And clean my slate

A single cry is all I ask
An echo that breaks the void
A voice so raw with wrongs
That it becomes a right.

Understanding is so misunderstood
And the truth is believed to be a lie
For when you wail with anguish
You are hushed like a child.

Staring at an unseen future
With my dull and weary eyes
Unseen by all except my mind
Imagination is my foe

Made out of glass
With fright on my face
Throats sore from shouting
Was all I ever knew

Screaming, I covered my ears
And decided ignorance was superior to intelligence
I hid myself from the cruel reality
Inside my room I stayed

Sadness turned to rage
A fire burned fiercely
So strong was my hatred of the world
Until it went out

They choked on the ashes
Of my darkened sorrow
And they cried in unison,
'Why didn't she ever tell us? '

Submitted: Saturday, April 27, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013

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