Poetry excerpt from Demonic Lulladies.
© S.B. “LullaDIEs”
Sitting in class,
Notes are passed,
But none are for me.
Why can’t I be,
The girl with the notes?
One girl giggles while looking my way,
I can image what the note did say,
“Look at her, she’s so nerdy,
Not to mention dirty.
When she walks by, we should spit,
Then watch her throw a fit.
It’s not like she has any feelings,
I hear with the Devil she has dealings.”
They don’t know my sorrow, turmoil, or fright.
They don’t know what comes for me in the night.
To them, my pain I refuse to show.
I look at their clothes,
They look pretty in pink,
Mine are as black as ink.
They’re so perfect,
I’m not worth it.
Their torture is mine to bare,
I earned this far and square.
These secrets I keep should be honestly told,
But I’m a coward, I’ll guard my secrets ’til I’m old.
I’m truly ugly and dark,
My past has left it’s mark.
I found this hidden away in some old paperwork. As it is among my first poems I thought it best to start the “ascension to madness” with it.