Bruises

Story and poem

Bruises

Bruises,

Up my arm,

Down my back,

On my legs,

Around my stomach,

Bruises are all over me from slamming into walls,

Into doors,

There is no abuse here,

That would never become of me,

Bruises from tripping on my knee,

From running into things,

Walls,

Anything that's in my way.

My new poem because I am reflecting on all the bruises I retrived from running into walls and doors.

I know that's bad, but I accidently walk into walls and doors.

Sometimes on purpose, like when I slam my head against the wall. That is really no accident. I do that on purpuse.

Because of all the comments made by fellow peers or friends. A lot of my comments are from people I love, but also by people I do not like.

Like two kids in my class.

I hate them with a passion.