Is there a lump in your throat?
when you feel them guilty things?
were you guessing id leave a suicide note just so I could clear some things?
Guilty names stuck in my brain A B and C of the men that have harmed me
Like some game to you
a passing comment
People think I deserve what I get
Now I just can’t get physical
Hands feel like bruises
and I’m not saying I have peach skin
I’m just so tired of losing
If I’m honest I’m lost
with little direction
tired of social media
and so-called perfection
People hate my poems unless them rhyme
and I’m tired of doing what people want all the time
how about you haters all fuck off
stop sipping your tea and discussing me
when you know nothing about it
even the ones who get close
they ask about the ghosts
gee, what’s that all about?
I better get my backpack
because I’m hiking
and I’m not saying Id do it
but it keeps sending me the invite
almost like once a month
I’ve never been so popular
popular kids were bullies
they’d have me jump in a heartbeat
I’m surprised I’m still here
after all the kids could’ve killed me
and finally, is there a lump in your throat when I’m speaking?