Laughter warped and endless
I can never escape it
Their words contort the person
That stares at me in my reflection
Sickened yet tired
I have to return Monday

Sometimes I wish I could
fall asleep and never wake
I close my I eyes and they stare at me
I don't think I can make it through the week

Six of Them surrounded me
Though they don't hold the thrill
of self harm
Bruised, Beaten I'm sorry
That I'm alive
Words of comfort can't soothe
the need that I must
Check my mirror image
Vain pretence lost
I find no joy in self image

My Father just laughs off my
weakness, yet points out my own flaws
He used to be the
one
who used to hurt me
Words so enamoured with insults
He says
"I don't want your problems.
I don't care"

So many years have passed
Life has somehow worked out
I know it is all behind me now
I forgot who I was
I didn't belong
Bearing the scar tissue
that they were wrong
Somehow I feel that I
Have just started to live
Passing through the death of my adolescence