This Bag On My Head
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This bag on my head
was put there a long, long, time ago.
and it was put there
so no one would see
what was wrong.
my father had lost his job
my grandfather was in the hospital
a lot.
and I didnt have a friend in the world
to turn to
so I put the bag
over my head
later as years strolled by
I got taller and smarter and stronger
but the bag held me back
sometimes when I would cry
the bag woud become wet with my tears and stick to my face
but yet I would still have to get up the next day for school
and act like nothing was wrong
and they'd taunt me
and tease me
and say things about me
that I never did
and they'd call me names
and make fun of my name
and each time they did
i could feel them writing words on the bag over my head
in permanent ink.
the smell of the alcohol burned my eyes through the bag
and made me cough
and sometimes i would do things back to them
thinking i would have the last laugh
but somehow
it never worked out that way
and then the teacher would take my bag off
crumple it up
and shove it back on my head
later as years strolled by
I got taller and smarter and stronger
but the bag held me back
and I got introduced to a crowd of unfortunates
and I wanted so badly for them, for him, to accept me.
to love me.
so I painted my bag black.
and I strutted the halls thinking i looked
exceptional.
but I was so hollow inside
and I knew something was missing
and when my ties to the unfortunates ended
I tried to take the paint off of my bag but
it just blurred and smudged and turned gray.
and then when my best friend became everything I held dear
I thought I was happy
because he when he was with me
I felt whole.
but when we tore at each others throats
and it happened almost daily
he always managed to rip my bag.
and I was always the one who had to tape it back up again.
and finally one day he took my bag
and tore it to pieces
and again I had to tape it up
and it took
two
long
years
but now despite all that I have learned from my past
and how I tell myself it doesnt bother me
what people say
or think about me
I know deep down it does bother me
because it reminds me of my past
and I NEVER want to go there again
I dont want to get hurt again
so finally
when I met HER
on her first day at a new school
she looked at me
just once and thats all it took
and she took the bag off of my head
and for some reason
I let her
I didnt fight her
I trusted her and she trusted me
for some strange reason....
and she looked me in the eye
"You. Are beautiful." she said
and for some reason I believed her
so together
we walked to the trash can
and threw my paper bag
away.