Author's Notes
This is a poem I wrote a while ago. It describes Johnny's possible childhood.
The Outsiders belongs to S.E. Hinton.
Do you see it mommy?
The blood on my hands
It was Daddy, he hurt me
His angry gaze, on me it lands
He took his words
Made them sharp, full of strife
And then cut right through me
Like a crimson knife
It really hurt mommy
It hurt me a lot
But daddy didn't see it
Now you're all that I've got
Can I trust you again?
Will you at least try?
To understand my plea
And answer my cry?
Daddy doesn't care
That's perfectly clear
So why do you just stare
While I tremble in fear?
You're not answering me
You're just staring blankly
He hurt me mommy
Why can't you see?
Then you turn away
Again you take his side
And you refuse to stay
When I'm breaking inside
I guess you don't want to see
And I can't understand why
The blood is all over me
Yet you leave me to die
End Notes
I've always loved reading and writing poetry. :) What do you think?
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