Mary S. said 5 years, 1 month ago:

I lit the match, yet I cannot put out the flames
So why must I stay
Why must I slowly burn while others happily walk
The same people who noticed my flaws with their eyes like a hawk’s

But they did not notice my dying soul
Even with my glass eyes, they did not see
They did not see the true horrors my eyed hold
The reasons for my burns remains untold

Billions of things move with life while I stand still
Suffering in silence against my will
I am the one who started my own pain
But it was people’s hate that made the fire gain

People know what it’s like to be me, very few, but some
They know how life hurts until it becomes numb
So as I die today, know I’m not in pain
Know that everyone I know has slowly taken my life away

Silent Radiance said 5 years, 1 month ago:

Nice poem Mary, it’s very personal :) . Thank you for sharing.