Published on February 11th, 2011 | by George Wyngaardt4
Hurting Over Time
They flee the scene when I approach
Slowly day dreaming on the balcony while enjoying a smoke.
I hear them conducting their whispers in the hallway
Their piercing words have left me evading tears all day.
It’s amazing how much hate can lie behind a friendly grin
They are opaque transgressing in a deadly sin.
What have I done to them that was so horrific?
Some may talk to me out of pity but will never get too specific
Do you even know my name or do I go by a bastard reference
They stop and stare at me and pause in between a giggle and a nasty sentence
Oh God, why did you make me so different ?
They mock me and their pitiless shame lurks inside of me from a distance.
If it was up to me , then please lend thy knife
I want to die and eternal death, please end my life.
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