You Don't Belong to My World

By J. Locke

E-mail: blancareyna_isunza@hotmail.com

Note: Based on a real-life experience.

I still remember that day,

the look on your face

the cold, icy voice you used when you said to me;

"You don't belong to my world, go away"

I still carry what I felt,

all bottled up inside,

thanks to you I learned to hide myself from the world,

learned how to show no feelings on my face nor in my voice,

learned to be lonely, to depend on no one,

even when at times I feel like I will burst.

I had entered crying into your room,

someone had hurt me,

I had a scrape on my leg, of which I still carry the scar,

but you hurt me even more,

while the scar on my leg has faded away,

and now is just a pale line, barely visible,

the wound you made hasn't faded,

I can still feel it, no matter how much I try not to,

I know it won't fade away, it can't.

Sometimes, when somebody hurts me as tou did,

I can feel the blood trickling, as it did that day,

I can taste the metallic flavor of blood in my mouth,

and I ask only one thing; Why?

I don't understand it, and maybe I never will,

but you showed me how to withstand pain,

how to hide it, and how to live with it,

and I thank you for that.

Still, every time I see you,

I don't know you anymore,

now you are a stranger,

like those people you taught me not to trust.

You told me those words wouldn't change my path, my life,

but you were wrong, for those words changed me forever,

those words were like a different path I had to walk,

you told me to trust you once more,

but I can't, for you taught me not to trust, I can't...

Once you told me you'd never leave my side,

but that day you did,

you're still here, but for me...

for me it's as if you were dead,

for now you're a stranger, someone I can't trust

You know, I still remember that day,

it was raining, and you had an icy look on your face,

I remember the ice in your voice,

the fire of hate in your eyes.

As much as I try to forget,

I can't, I can't,

but still, I wonder; Why?