You changed.

People won't accept

shaking their heads

and taking their steps back.

You hear them chatter

about you every single day.

It goes on and on and on.

You try to change people

but you seem to not get the point.

Why does it kill you to accept

that I'm still me? Do you think

I don't know what it's like

to be ignored?

Your silence flattening my words,

Your eyes avoiding my presence,

and that hideous attitude you make

when you have no choice but to walk

pass me.

All those injuries are kept inside me,

concealed with smiles, cloaked with sleeves.

I used to have a beautiful bright red heart.

Now it's all dark, filled with hatred.

I cover my ears, scream out my tears,

and tell the world that I'm failing.

"What's the use of staying here?"

That's the first question that comes

out of my mind.

But why? Why does it kill you

to just forgive me?

Maybe you have gone cruel.

I guess that means that society

has really screwed you up.