What did I do?

Not to deserve a chance?

A glance?

A glare?

A stair?

I dare to question-

Did you even care?

It's not fair!

Yet Mom said, 'Life's not fair.'

But not like this!

To treat me like a diss,

...And then I am gone-

I am dismissed.

Yet I'll never be missed.

Not to be loved.

Afraid to love.

That is me.


Yet alive.


But the pride beats inside.

Isolated to protect myself- it's my health.

To dilate reality and humanity.

To keep my insanity-

It's my fate.

What a weight!

But it's too late.

Not even a tear.

Am I allowed to feel?

No time to heal,

And the hardest part-

It's real.