Plastic

Thu, 02/11/2016 - 23:08 -- rose_17

 

They see the shiny outside,
the one that looks brand new.
They see the gloss and all they think is
“That’s what I want, too.”

 

What they don’t see is the inside,
the part I hide away.
They don’t see what’s destroyed me,
the pieces that are frayed.

 

The parents that don’t love me and
friends that never stayed.
The boyfriend that promised everything
and then just walked away.

 

The alcohol that daddy drank
to drown the pain he felt.
It stains my shirt, my heart, my soul
it left a bruise that hurts.

 

The teachers that said “That’s not good enough”
when I’d just tried my best.
The girl that laughed right at my face
when I wasn’t dressed to impress.

 

The people that laughed away my pain
after he ravaged my flesh.
The one’s who said “You asked for it”
when nothing was ever said.

 

Keep looking at the plastic
that doesn’t seem to break.
It seems the glass that’s underneath
is more than you can take.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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