Sarah Nyhan

I huddle myself,
Into a ball of shame,
I cringe at the thought,
Of the sound of my name.

I sit before myself,
My judgmental panel,
And sentence myself,
To depression’s dark channel.

I cling to myself,
Yet I am far away,
Residing in a fantasy,
That is absent this day.

I rock back and forth,
As tears soak my cheek,
I feel utterly worthless,
Beyond humble and meek.

My innocence was stolen,
From right under me,
I’ll never be the same,
I’ll never be happy.

What would they think,
If they only knew,
I wasn’t faithful to myself,
I wasn’t assertive or true.

I was used by evil,
Eaten alive,
It won’t ever be the same,
No matter how hard I strive.

I am poisoned by hate,
By justice gone bad,
And I’m crying bitterly,
I am hurt and mad.

October 7, 1995
© S. Nyhan