The Dark Corner

The lights go out.
I can feel the flesh crawling on my skin.
My fingers to my toes tingle.
My heart skips a beat.

I feel like I belong on the dark corner.
Where everyone kicks garbage and dirt.
There they can laugh.
Shivering, shaking, calling out for help.

No one can hear me.
I am all alone.
Everyone has left me.
Just me.

Backed away in fear,
they point and laugh.
They kick and shove me.
Slipping, sliding, tearing up.

Debris cling to me,
brushing them off.
Snickering, and laughing,
still ringing in my ears.

Eyeliner and mascara,
sliding down my face.
My tear stained cheeks,
and cold trembling lips.

Trapped in a cage.
Locked in.
Struggling to find a way out.
Not finding a key.

I'm only loved by the ones that love me.
But even now they can't save me,
from this agony.
I feel alone.

I try to escape from the mindless laughter,
and the obnoxious bickers,
coming from peers.
To get out of the crowd.

To move away.
Not to light or to darkness.
Just up.
Up into the skies.