Poem! Poem!! Poem!!! I live in my own little world but its ok, they know me here I live in my own little world because in the real one I’m full of fear I live in my own little world full of doodles, stories, poems anything that will keep me safe from the monsters under my bed I live in my own little world that wont hurt me, at least in my head My best friends are my make believe creatures that are featured in my never ending struggle because in the end I’m the hero of the story I live in my own little world because in this one I don’t have to say I’m sorry I don’t have to be sorry for drifting off to a land where I’m not chastised or neglected alienated or rejected where my soul is not infected in a world where I can put a band aid on my heart and stitch it up because in the your world, everyone wrecked it The ugly words that people use to describe me… keep me up at night as I look upon the mirror and I question what is wrong with me? Yet I wonder if the other kids go through the same things when they get to their homes because the painful bruises from these words they use are more painful then any physical ones they might inflict So I’d rather have them use sticks and stones So as I travel to my world I can imagine going back So I travel to my world I will not miss the attacks In my world I am the hero with super powers that make me forget the hours of my night filled tears, my super power keeps away the fears that deflect the insults off my chest plate like 45 caliber full metal jackets filled with hate Cannot define what is mine and who I am and with my new found powers I will not have to wait for you to like me I will not spend my nights staring at my pen or my razor blade wondering which one to pick up because either one creates lines that hurt so deep that leave me wondering if it is time to just give up I wanna go back to my safe place where I don’t have to cover my face from the tyrants don’t know of the hell they’ve created because kids will be kids so no one has a clue of the pain I’m in cuz I know that even they don’t care so I’ll escape and I’ll go back to live in my own little world but its ok cuz they know me there -Juan Muniz ————————————————————————————————————–
Posted on: Sat, 10 Aug 2013 00:08:42 +0000
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