I Am My Heart Poem by hazel jackson

Why here she asks and in response I said because if I'm here I can't hear their lips when they part pointing out all of my flaws I am supposed to believe that someone one day will think are beautiful but yet in the midst of air amongst others talk about them as if I am a ghost to there words

If I am here they can't see me they can't tell that I've been crying because of their words and how deep they cut if I am here I can't see them make fun of me I can't see the insecurities they put into acting out the way I am and not knowing what made me this way not knowing my past.

If I am here there words can't reach me the looks can't cut me their judgments can't hurt me they can't see me react to their opinions and comments about my life and what they think is wrong with me.

Because if I am here they can't find me because I am my heart and my heart is me.

I am this cold thick glass keeping out the ocean widespread of salty tears that sting my cheeks when they fall and burn my eyes I am the animals that swim behind this glass of salty water I am their freedom I am that dark deep blue liquid that seems to grow every day and will continue to grow until it overflows or shatters and frees itself and is no more because it is and I am my heart and my heart is me