Why Me?

“Why does it have to be me?”

The question I ask when I walk down a street,
Where my feet never feel welcomed.
A beast in the eyes of each person I pass while I smile with a piece of me broken.
And,
Only I know what rattles inside of a mind I pray for,
For the moment…

No one to speak to.
Doesn’t bother me,
But,
Why am I labeled as lethal as poison they pour in a glass I can see through?
All of their flaws as visible as mine,
While I’m undermined for mine even if I do try to change what people claim to be true…

All I know to be true,
Are the lies that have seeped through the cracks of a heart I’ve been working on to be glued back together.
Dried up adhesive,
The cheap kind I scrape off through a dream I’ve conceived in,
The pits of my soul while praying for a reason to live…

No more looking back at a woman who I once thought would be around forever.
Nor brothers who bother my peace as my heart and mind are lead to a path of escape with each poem I tether,
To a character I built through the faith of God,
Whether or not!
Hate is hurtled my way while covered by each letter,
I’ve written to my past self promising to weather a storm I refuse to drown in…