Me - Breanna Kos

• Breanna Kos, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2012

Humiliated or alone, no hope in life but pain,
Thoughts twisting in my mind, accusing myself I am insane,
But I was caught up in this body, mutilation or disgrace,
You tortured my beliefs, discrimination of my race,
As I sat and tried to believe that one-day this would end,
But the bruises kept growing larger; I couldn’t go on to pretend,
If you knew how much I loved you, if you’d listen to what I say,
Would I be standing on this planet, alive this very day?
At night when all was quiet, I listened to life and cry,
As you lay beside me fast asleep, I couldn’t leave but I didn’t know why,
The world stopped right before me; they bowed towards my pain,
And only you were left still standing, you were nothing but inane,
All those drugs you took were worthless as you ended worse then them,
Leading to my biggest fear, the night where my life did end,
So stop asking for forgiveness, stop those deceive tears that we can see,
Just to realise the only good thing about you, was the one thing you ended, me.