You don't know what they say

Pointing at me.

Their fingers; like arrowheads

Pierce through my body.

Words so big that I don't get why

I'm still alive.

You laughed when I tried

to talk to you.

You said it was a joke.

Was it a joke to you

when I cried all night?

Was it a joke to you

When the blade ran through my hand?

You don't know

what happens in the dark

When only my shadow lies to

comfort me.

You don't know anything

because you've been blinded

By our terrible society.

You're like them...

And I thought you were different.

~ Fin