Not a stranger
Not a friend
and yet I know, last night
was a symbolic end
It was feeling, like a knife
God she put it in and twisted so tight
I saw her normal as could be
and then become somebody I just couldn't see
Raging, seething, blistering anger
It radiated off of her screaming danger
words I didn't even know exist
screeched at me like a fist
I really think I would have rather been hit
It can never be normal again
not after the way she's acted
and the way she's been
I didn't know that she would break
and last night it was much more
than anyone could take
She didn't hurt me
and yet she did
She's not a grown up by any means
yet her stinging words have me
clutching at the seams
I am beaten
yet there is no mark on my skin
She's not a stranger
She's not a friend
and yet she is my sister
though I will never see her that way
ever again
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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omg, hope. i kno exactly wht u mean. we're kinda going through the same thing. it's so confuzing, b/c you think you hate them, but we must not if their harsh words still upset us.
you know i'm always here for you. all the way up in hardin...but i'm come get you. anytime, day or night. just then, there's brittany here.....
awsome poem expressing your feelings about it, it's like your in my mind writting what i feel after a fight.
but hey, they smoke, so they'll die 1st.
lol, j/k, j/k (or am i?...)
--Gooshawn <3 xoxo
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