My Corner

In my own little corner, In my own little chair
I suffer, I bleed, My deepest pain Is felt there

I hear the screams and cringe as they come close
They tell me that I’m horrible; It’s time for my daily dose

With my face In my hands, pulling my hair
The tears stream, but to leave I do not dare

I sit and I listen while a part of me dies
I’m an awful little child and I don’t know the reason why

Everyone Is ashamed of who I’ve come to be
I don’t understand how they can judge without even knowing me

I start to believe everything they say
It’s hard to Ignore what your told every single day

I must be the problem but I don’t know what’s wrong
The only thing that I’m certain of Is that I really don’t belong

There’s a sadness In me that tends to consume
It grows strong everyday and won’t let heal the wounds

There are these thoughts that derive from the sadness
Slowly they tell me to end It, I’m making my way to madness

Look at my corner, look at my chair
Study them closely; soon I won’t be there

By. Luz Ramirez

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