
Not complicit
Rather rot from sickness, than listen
Distrust any system, except my nervous
Stop touching, I feel your hands judging
It's making me want to rip off my skin
I don't fit in a system meant to be
So consistent
There's no correcting this fitment
Clenched fist, ripped skin
From hitting my reflection
No matter how many times I perform my dissection
I can't find the source of my corruption
My hands are shaking, as they dig in me
It's so frustrating
What's wrong with me
Fucking freak
They speak
With just their eyes
And like lighter fluid, it ignites me
They watch the freak-
Freak out
Fucking freak
They speak
As I'm burning
Screaming
Melting
Flailing
Dance freak
They speak
Critique me, it's nothing
Compared to the intensity
These identities that live in me
Speak to me
I hear nothing but their voices
Repeating the same things
Telling me
Everything that I'm deserving
That all this hurting was meant for me
And It's never enough
I need to be crushed
Till I can't get back up
But still
I persevere
Limping through the days
Holding myself up with what I hold dear
Swaying away everything they say
But I'm so weak
I can't keep them off for long
They grab me
Hold me down
I wish I could die
They hold open my eye lids
I'm screaming
With their nails they carve words into my eyes
I'm flailing in pain
Trying to break from their grip
Everyone is watching
But they can't see what I'm resisting
The memories are all coming, the rage is fuming, the hate is consuming,
I bite any hand that comes near me
They just see
A freak


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