"God Forsaken Hell"

Pushed, Kicked, Shoved,
It's what happens to me all the time,
Ripped of my inner being,
All I am good at is fleeing.

I am picked at until nothing is left,
Nothing but a small pathetic human,
Hide, hiding from the world is what I do,
Who am I?? I have no clue.

Suppressing my feelings,
Not telling anyone what's really on my mind,
I am not aloud to speak,
For if I do, I become very weak.

I scream for help,
But nobody seems to hear me,
What the heck is wrong??
I just can't seem to stay strong.

I am alone, nobody seems to notice me,
If you see that petty person in a corner,
Then that's me, or at least my shell,
I am utterly alone in this god forsaken hell.




I wrote this near the beginning of June 2008. Comments are appreciated 3nodding