You love to laugh at my misfortune.
To watch me suffer and cry.
When I’m hurt or sick, you look away,
And wait ’round for me to die.
You’ve never asked me about myself.
Years, and I’m still the outcast.
You’d rather make up lies and spread them,
Then to get the truth at last.
You’ve stolen from me… Gave me silence.
Ignored, screamed, and called me names.
You’ve never cared how much pain you cause,
And replay those same mind-games.
You know I have no family to care.
There’s a target on my back.
No one will stand up in my defense.
Orphans are soft to attack.
I wonder if you’ll ever fathom,
The use of introspection.
I doubt it, for as it has been said,
Monsters will not stare at their own reflection,..
It scares them too much.
K. Aldaya, 5/19/19