Untitled Poem by Crystal Maresh

What is it about me
That people see?
Is it a fun, loveable friend
Who cares about others?

Or a friend that everyone
Can use
As a slave
Or just using them.

These lives go on day by day
Changing and using others
To fulfill there needs.
Why cant I stop this.

I’m sick of it
Happening everyday to me
By my family
And some of my friends.

I just want to run away
From everyone using me
And hurting me.
I want a dark room.

A dark room
How nice that will be
Where I can let my anger out
And be myself without no one around.

In this dark room
No one can use me,
No one can abuse me
I want to run away
To this dark room.

What is it about me
That people see?
What is it that gives people the right
To use me, abuse me, and pretend
To be my friend?