Ode To John Poem by Skylark Woodrow

Everything kills me inside;
The cold stares,
The haughty eyes,
The sharp tongues,
And biting words.
There are no physical wounds,
But I am bleeding inside.
Within me a cry rings out,
And anguish fills my soul.
I am broken;
But only on the inside.
I keep my tears,
I hold my tongue,
I shut my ears;
My day has begun.
The pain shoots through,
I refuse to wince;
I will not let them have that bliss.

(2012.1.24)