To all those people
Who think I'm ugly
Who think I'm fat
Who think I'm worthless
Thanks for pointing out the obvious
You're just another voice in my head now.
To all you people who think it's okay to call me emo
I'll have you know,
I use to think I'm more than these scars
But sometimes these scars feel like they're all I got
And If I'm not a part of them,
What am I?
To you people who make sick jokes
About how I have no hair
If only you knew I was sick
Not like I have cancer
But I'm sick in the head
Dealing with all you people above,
Sometimes makes me wish I was the one with cancer
So I could die a young age
Because I'm sick of all the hate
Just don't know how much more I can take
Escaping can be very difficult depending on family. Me during my teenage years all I had my brother, but he was the world to me. He held me together through all the hate, he was someone I had to take care of, He was my little brother, and my parents weren't really there. Not enough at least. Some times family can give you a strong footing, and help you through very difficult times. Food for thought. You expressed yourself very well in this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you A.O.B.H I have gone through a great deal of bad depression, and poetry was my very strong outlet to write what it is i felt. when i don't write, i dont feel I am whole and I'm confused on how to feel