Acceptance

All your words cut like ice,
They chill me to bone as you continue
to assault me with your saw.
Can’t you see there’s nothing but bone ash
left of me?

Stabbing, Slicing, Bit by Bit,
Ripping, Tearing, and Hacking.
Oh God, your saw is dull.
I feel a lingering darkness within my skull.

A voice inside of me is screaming,
But no one can hear it, not even me.
My only acceptance is my own living death.
My soul is out of breath.

I can curl up into a ball,
No one will hear my sobs,
Please, someone listen to my horrifying tales,
I promise to leave out the atrocious details.

Anyone, someone accept me for who I am,
Not for as the person I should be.
I’m sorry that people stop and stare
Because I’m the little girl with the greasy hair.

Always excluded from the clubs,
Picked one for being to smart, to dumb, and to ugly.
I just want to be peerless, is that to much to ask?
Instead, I’m stuck to stare at you all in a disagreeable mask.