Even though my eyes are blurry
And the words in my head are drenched
In yesterday’s tears, blood smeared across
My windshield, I know your hiding
I can see you beneath my hurt,
I can feel your guilt pushing under my bruised skin
I won’t let you escape
Even though you always made sure I knew
That I can’t fly from your words or reflect
This dark mirror into your eyes, I know
That I’ve blinded you
You can’t look at me like I can search your expression
You can’t harm me
I see through
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brilliant poem: P bulling is a stupid thing. Jealousy or anger fuels it :) great write! Is this coming from someone that has had the experience...?