I am the victim
because you don't really like me
I try so hard
I can't stop this
a man gets urges
you don't understand
what you do to me
the way you look at me
I can see that you want me
A torn dress
We both try but
You can't control me
It's over
I'm walking away
Because all I feel is disgust
I don't want you
The night you met me
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Raine fielder
Raine has been writing poetry since she was in seventh grade. She has written several poems, song lyrics, short stories and five books. Writing is her main purpose.
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We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 days ago in Fiction
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This is a heavy read Raine, and the short, sharp sentences make this a rapid-fire poem, but with weighty meaning. It feels like possibly abuse by a partner? “A torn dress” says so much here.