Know Me

You look at me and think you know me.
You see my eyes are stained and bloodshot.
You see the blood running down my arms.
You think you know me.

I have been screaming for a while now.
No one has heard me.
They don't listen to me.
They just wish I'd die.

You don't know anything at all.
You can't tell me what to be.
You don't know me at all.
You don't know what I've been through.

I've been lied to, torn apart, and broken.
I've been hated, outcasted, and alone.
I'm fucking sick of bleeding,
tired of these scars.

You do not want to know anymore.
You are too scared, it seems. Of what?
What are you afraid of?
I'm the one who faced it, the one who had to deal.

I've been stuck in the same damn shit,
and all you've done is watch and walk away.
You have no right to say that you know me.
I'd rather it if you'd just leave.

by: Emily E. Smith
11-22-10