Mary E-A. K. Remaniak Poetry

She walks down the hallway
At her school everyday.
The fingers and the voices
Always come her way.
Shoved into a locker,
Red marks left on her back.
“I don’t want to make trouble,
No one knows about this.”

They all call her
The gothic emo kid.
She turns around and tells them,
“It’s because of what you did.
Every single time I’ve cried
You only laughed and pointed.
When I fall, no one even cares.
Life’s like TV,
Everyone laughs at the ugly kid.
Getting pushed around
And bruised and torn without end
Is bad enough.
Must you continue to break my heart?
To scar me with your scorn?”

Another mark and more tears fall.
Not a sign of weakness.
Just frustration and anger and hurt
Wanting to get out.
She doesn’t know just what to do
To end this misery.
“If I tell, they’d only make it worse.
All I can do is hide.”

They all call her
The gothic emo kid.
She turns around and tells them,
“It’s because of what you did.
Every single time I’ve cried
You only laughed and pointed.
When I fall, no one even cares.
Life’s like TV,
Everyone laughs at the ugly kid.
Getting pushed around
And bruised and torn without end
Is bad enough.
Must you continue to break my heart?
To scar me with your scorn?”

“If I don’t show just how I feel,
They’ll think that I don’t care.
Maybe I’m just becoming numb to this.
I don’t feel like I’m really there.
It seems that this is just a shell,
A body with no life.
Help me, God...to do something!
I need to keep my life.”

They all call her
The gothic emo kid.
She turns around and tells them,
“It’s because of what you did.
Every single time I’ve cried
You only laughed and pointed.
When I fall, no one even cares.
Life’s like TV,
Everyone laughs at the ugly kid.
Getting pushed around
And bruised and torn without end
Is bad enough.
Must you continue to break my heart?
To scar me with your scorn?”

Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak