I Don'T Want To Be Here Poem by Sophia White

I’ve tried to tell you many times
Without telling you outright.
If you hear, you must refuse,
I’d had an idea you might,
For the idea itself would bruise.

Here it is in plain old words
Since you don’t seem to understand,
And I know you’ll never read this
You won’t, e’en though you can,
Despite any past made promise:

I don’t want to be here.
I never ever did.
I don’t want to stay in this
Spiritually sorbid
Sludge.

I don’t want to be here.
I cannot stand the lies.
I can take the hate no more
Beneath the simpering guise
You wear.

I don’t want to be here.
Just let me go!
I don’t know why you want me
You didn’t want it so
Anyway.

I’ve tried to ask you many times.
Each time, I could not succed.
I ask it now in this rhyme
That I know you’ll never read.
Perhaps I’ll ask again sometime.
Perhaps.