A tear falls down my cheek on my birthday,

When no tears except of joy should fall for me on this day,

Yet I cry in pain not of joy today,

I had thought I would never hear threats as I once had,

Today I hear over my headphones,

“Don’t look at me. Look at me again and I will kill you.”

I silently hate her for this reminder of who they once saw me as.

A silent scream,

Exhaled in a pain filled sigh,

That wants to become a savage scream of bloodlust,

Yet I stay quiet in hopes they will not speak again.

In my mind,

I know humans are no good for themselves,

For anyone or anything.

We say we are making progress,

Show me where,

Not technology,

But how we treat one another.

A tear pleads to fall down my cheek now,

But I hold it in,

Carrying head down,

In complete agony as I am reminded,

Of one person I buried so long ago it seems.

But it was only but last year that I buried myself,

That self I could not be anymore,

That self that was heartless again,

So I wish to cry for the reminder of the image of me in her eyes,

I know who I was,

No one can tell me that I was not like her,

I know better.

A tear falls down my cheek in silent hate.

A cry of hate screams loudly in my soul,

Begging to be released upon the reminder of who I used to be.

I cry softly inside and wish you to leave.

2011 unpublished works. © by Rebbecca Abernathy