lump in the throat
wounded soul
crimson scars
puffed up
too loud shouts
too hard to digest
words spoken in hatred or regret?
not good enough
not perfect
suck it up
i know its tough
looking up at me
your inqustive eyes
im suspicious
of your miseriries
im responsible
for your outbursts
guitly…you say
too many blames
too many mistakes
turning backs
lowered heads
judge’s decision
nods
no objections
just nods
left alone
in her own solitude
rattling gates
click of the broken pen
peace….

This poem was written/submitted by Igty.