I sobbed again, into the wee hours;
Silently, as I lie in my bed.
There’s no reason to explain why.
No one cares what goes on in my head.
There’s no use crying. There’s no use talking.
I know I’ll suffer until I die.
Everything that I do or don’t,
Is considered my fault or a lie.
I’ll always be the criminal and scum,
While all those who hurt me move along.
They get to live. Be seen as good;
And I scrape by….Always in the wrong.
Tell me what’d I do to deserve this life?
To warrant such hatred and such pain?
I longed to be a good person,
But a bloodied soul just leaves a stain.
No matter where I go, it follows me,
Leaving paths of contempt to my door.
Go ahead and burn my house down.
It has happened countless times before.
I sobbed again, into the wee hours;
Ostracized and punished ’til the end.
Why do the monsters get to live,
While I’m forced into darkness,…condemned?
K. Aldaya, 1/15/20
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