I sit at lunch in the library So I can’t hear cries That echo through the hallways They say I am different The teachers tsk I am “that troubled different girl” Different not meaning unique But meaning crippled Words Words Words Words hurt more then the hurled rocks Rocks leave scars But they aren’t always permanent Words sink into the mind Unable to unlatch Like a terrified octopus Who won’t let go I unlash I would if I had the courage Or the strength Still I sit like a doll on the side of the road Useless Useless Useless
Stay safe! <3 #clear-skyy
