POETRY: I HURT MYSELF SO MUCH BECAUSE YOU DID BY PAUL TRISTRAM


‘I hurt myself so much because you did’

She wrote in red and blue felt-tip pens

upon the little card which she had decorated

herself with a countryside watercolour.

Slipped it into its envelope and looked

around the large table at everyone else

in the Art Therapy Group and saw everybody

holding their very own cards and smiling.

Suddenly she felt like she did not belong…again!

She felt like an alien, someone whom THEY

had not told the Secret to, like she was standing

outside of the picture, merely observing it all.

She wasn’t smiling in fact she was weeping.

BANG! The emotional pain punched her deep

inside her senses, wearing his grinning face

and sporting her mothers crucifiable shawl.

She started to cry louder, stood up shaking

and screamed across in the Doctors direction

“You Liar, you said it would make me feel

better and it’s just making it ten times worse.

You’re just making us pick the scabs off

our eternal wounds so we can suffer some more.

Once again, the Chameleon Abuser has twisted

its foul head and this time the face of torture

that it’s showing to the laughing world is yours!”


Written by Paul Tristram


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