My opinions matter too.
I am not just some doormat to wipe your feet on.
I am not just some person to pick on.
To take advantage of,
To be the punching bag.

I matter too.
I am a person, not just
A fly to swat away.

But yet they still
Try to squish the bug.
Even if it doesn’t do anything wrong,
Just because its there,
Just because its easy.

The thoughts that occur,
Only in my head,
Never to be revealed.

The thoughts of escaping.
Of never returning,
Of one day being the one to triumph.

But also the dark thoughts,
Wondering who would miss me,
Would they care?
Or would they just move on.
No mourning,
No sadness,
Just relief.
That the one person they never appreciated,
Is finally gone.

But its hard to wish,
To hope,
To want,
To think,
When you walk alone
On a tightrope,
Always the fear of falling.
Of things getting worse.

I am a person too.
Not the one to put down
Whenever I speak.
Not the one to silence
Before I even open my mouth.

But once again,
You win,
And I bruise,
I lose,
I break.

And my heart?
Once full of life,
Once big,

Replaced by a cold stone,
With no life,
No love,
Just sadness,
And the silenced tears
That I have not cried.