Stigmata
Ξ February 18th, 2008 | → | ∇ Wicked Poetry |
I
There’s the stigmata
she will never be any better
any different
she dives into her pain
alone
she doesn’t ask for help anymore
for fear that she will be named
labelled again
the angry girl
who will never change
II
There’s the stigmata
that she will always
be angry
hateful
vengeful
she’s tired of it all
tired of the whispers
the words behind her back
from friends untrue
she’s tired of the perception
people have of her
she wishes they’d take time
to see her for who
she really is
III
Behind the anger
there’s so much love
behind the hurt
there’s someone so sweet
so kind
so genuine
but they refuse to see
beyond the stigmata
that she will never change
IV
How can she change
when people keep telling ehr
it’s impossible
they keep showing her
keep living in the past
dwelling on mistakes she made
long ago
not letting go of the befores
not focusing on the now
the stigmata lives on
because people aren’t willing
to open their eyes and see
aren’t willing to believe
that change is possible
V
There’s the stigmata
that she will never change
she will never be any better
any different
she dives into her pain
alone
she doesn’t ask for help
anymore
she fears she will be named
labelled again
dubbed the angry girl
and there within her heart
the stigmata remains
the girl who will never
ever
change
