Eggshells Poem by charlotte harris

All your eyes have been gauged out,
All your lives have been stolen,
But you still find a way,
Maybe you don't know ALL the stuff she said,
To the others, To my best friend,
If you're going to talk about people do it properly,
Because now you think you're so it.
Well you're not,
Half our world hates you,
Surprisingly I'm not with them,
Because you weren't always like that,
But I know how much has changed,
I walk on eggshells,
Because when I walked on bricks,
They fell beneath my feet.
So maybe we're not all like you,
Doesn't mean we're all freaks.
And if I'm over'sensitive say it to my face,
But at least I'm not pretending,
And if you're not pretending,
I feel sorry for you.