Bullied since I entered the building
For my weirdly shaped head
I thought I was better?
The insults grind up and smash
against my tiny brain
Like a storm of jagged stones
They even throw them at me
My family can’t even look at me
They pass my room
Squeaking some faint noise
Shove my food on a tray and slide it
Under my door, like a prison
“Have you got a job yet?”
Their names stand like ghosts
Whispering around my brain
I can hear their words in my dreams
That’s right, I’m nothing, my ocean
The shampoo in my eyes
She left me and I felt nothing
I’ve played out the scene in my head
A thousand times before in my mind
Before we even met
I acted sad on the stage
But in actuality nothing is reacting
I just drink a glass of orange juice
The nitrous fills my lungs
I float higher than the balloon in front of me
When I come back down
My eyes break like glass
Poetry and Writings - A Mind 