I don't understand all the words you use,
don't hear every sentence you say,
but I know I am sitting here waiting,
I want to run but I know I must stay.
There's a sense of excitement around me,
but I feel an impending doom,
the lights too bright, the waiting too much,
I want to get out of this room.
I look at my parents approaching,
wearing a smile as a sort of disguise,
don't know why as I know that they love me,
but it feels like a big pack of lies.
I don't want them to make me all better,
I don't want them to hurt me again,
I get stuck seeing small drops of water,
just so I don't feel the pain.
If I could find all the words that would help me,
if I could get them to see who I am,
they'd hug me, and love me and want me,
and stop all this terrible sham.
But nobody sees how they scar me,
mummy's hand is just out of reach,
all I'd say if I could, is accept me,
and please stop the cruelty of bleach.
An Impending Doom by Angela Mann