Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ The Way And The Way Out ❯ The Way And The Way Out ( One-Shot )

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I entered this poem in a contest when I was a junior in high school - it has been published and I have the book. Unfortunately, I don't remember what it's called and I'm too lazy to go find it.

Miscellaneous: Original Poetry Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological | Type: Poetry | Uploaded On: 03.12.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 513 | Visits: 509 | Status: Completed

The Way and the Way Out

At nine and on until maybe eleven or twelve I was a reject, somehow less than human.

Then they called me lesbian and shut me out of the locker room

In just my gym shirt, socks, and underwear - I was only grateful that the shirt was too big

Because it was right in front of all the boys - middle school hell.

I was the serious one and the fool - the sage and the jester in one small, scrawny body

Either buried in a book, which may as well have been underground - Or dreamy

And so light that I was floating away - don't get me wrong; I never did drugs or anything

It was like I was an adult and a child at the same time, but I never knew how to be either

They took me to all kinds of doctors but that wasn't best for me - they only wanted

The best for me, said they wanted to see me being happy again - I half-believed them

So they medicated me - gave me pills - and I didn't like it because it changed me

Laughter was prohibited and crying was taboo as well

They said I couldn't function without it, but I would fight it - skipping doses, etc.

My mind, my heart - I kept them as long as I could - but it consumed me

My beloved singing voice was first to go - then it killed my writing

The words, the stories just wouldn't come

I knew I was dying, but I was ready - this was the one thing to which I promised

I wouldn't succumb.

Death wouldn't come to me like an angel in the night

I ripped off his mask as I ripped into my wrist