I always knew that the darkness was around me.
Now, it has eaten away at my soul
The rage which I cannot put into polite conversation
Expands my skin.
Wanting desperately to scream
She wants to come out
Yes, drips of blood have sufficed for now-
But she wants more-
This brooding, spiteful, lurking giant.
She grows larger and people just stand and look.
Pity, they say, She's such a lovely girl
Loveliness is cruel without human touch.
My skin has yet to accept itself
For it is a stranger to fingertips.
My shoulders are sharp-
They've never been grasped before.
I am a statue- untouched,
Praised for beauty but no one will step forth.
My eyes scream a silent plea-
Someone- please save me!
But they walk on.
I cannot move
I am frozen in my hate and my cry goes unheard.
I am too tired to rage against the dying of my light.