Different


I could hear the echoes
as I stared intensely at the figure
crying tortured tears

Hands shaking
trying to recreate the an alternate existence
so that the words
would no longer feel as cutting
as the pain they've caused

Yet
the echoes continue
as if they were designed
to humiliate
to torment
an already imperfect soul

There are choices
that can hide the disfigurement of self-loathing
caused by friendly strangers
darkness forever
loneliness
or a knife that would tell my story
and end their laughter

I know I am different
I hear their words
every day
and every night
as if they accompany me throughout my life'��s travels
they are the reason
I stare
intensely
at the figure in the mirror
wondering
if they know
just how much hurt they've caused

I really liked this.