You And Me

• Natcha Pokasamrith, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2017

Bulging eyes penetrating my soul,
The stares and looks
drive me insane.
Words piercing and stabbing.
I'm drowning in your slander,
But I can't die yet,
I want to breathe,
But the chains enslave me

Pulling me into the abyss,
O so dark,
A liar. A thief.
A reflection of me--
Don't you dare cry little one,
You are me, the darkness
That steals your sanity
Save yourself.