Thought Intruder


I am defenseless
everyone carries knives
with ill intent
intending to hurt me
out to get me
I am unsafe
no one is trustworthy
my hair has grown long
enough to burn my soul
I cannot take a blade and shear it
I will miss and catch skin
and I will bleed
and I will be ugly
and I will be punished
my weapons of self-care will be confiscated
I will be denied a tolerable sense of self
I will reside within someone else's body
they have locked the doors
I have no key
I will watch through their eyes
as they spend the day
alone and stagnant
afraid to go outside
and I will stay inside
and I will not come out

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