Categories > Original > Poetry > Poetry Folder
Burn, it's all burnt away
Like you burned it,
Like you killed it,
Like you hurt it.
Why'd you have to burn it?
What can be made of the charred,
Blackened,
Incinerated remains?
What can you make of me now?
What can you make of this ash?
What's the world going to see when they view me?
Yours, or just another pile of nothing,
A waste of space you failed to save?
It'll never be your fault.
It'll be mine, for being everything they hate,
Everything you couldn't handle.
Why'd I have to burn?
Why did you have to burn away who I am,
What I've become just because you aren't pleased?
I can't be just like you, I won't.
I'm me, burned beyond recognition
Burned.
Just like you wanted.
Are you happy now?
Sign up to rate and review this story