He held the door,
to make sure I followed.

He tutted at the hand dryer,
and raised an eyebrow,
as I dried my hands on my jeans.

But not one word was said,
just a silent acceptance.

~

She calls us for dinner,
“Dinner’s ready, boys”

She offers me fruit, and asks
“Would you like a pear, mister?”
instead of missy, like always.

She changed one word,
to show her acceptance.

I seem to be writing a lot of poems lately :O I spent a lot of time on this one though, even though it’s so short :) all comments are appreciated :)

My back aches,

My chest burns,

I can hardly breath.

I know what I must do,

but I can’t.

To face reality would hurt more,

so I hold on,

until my vision blurs,

and I have no choice but to give in.

Bringing the blade past my arm,

I cut the binds, freeing my chest.

A tear escapes, not for the pain,

but for my mind.

Just something small that I wrote, I might make some changes, but for now, please tell me what you think. :)

My friends think I’m smart.

My friends think I’m funny.

My friends are patient with me.

My friends know me.

~

Other people think I’m slow.

Other people think I’m rude.

Other people can’t wait eight seconds.

Other people don’t know me.

~

The truth is I’m smart.

The truth is I’m slow.

The truth is I’m not joking.

The truth is I’m me.