You- poem

By, J. Lynn Dickson


You

Waving hands clenched in fists
Shouting obscenities
Whore, bitch, slut
Arms slit open for the world to see
Hatred seeping from the wounds self inflicted

Trapping me in the corner, knife in hand
Promising to end my life
Spewing venom in the spit that hit my face

Throwing me away, into the woods
To the rapists that pushed me down
Taking pleasure in my pain


Packing my suitcase, T-shirts and shame
Driving me to the rubber room
Claiming my insanity to protect your own


You

Thought the truth would fade
Hid behind the pills and distance
Concealed yourself in artificial madness

Lie to save yourself
Tell stories to protect your fairytale
Forgot that I’m no longer a child

You

Cannot break me
Did not destroy me
Will never know who I've become

In spite of you.