Oppression

The slamming, jarring
Impact on my chest
Wallowing in the sea
Where no-one will confess
To ever hurting me
When I see it clearly
In their eyes.
The jagged shards of broken glass
The coldly dark metal
Screeching
As it drives a hole
In my heart
In my chest
The very best
And loneliest
Part of me
You'll ever see.
Spilling the welling blood
My thoughts open for
The world to see
And judge
And execute me.
It is ever so hard to see
The sun
The light
When you lock me
In the dark 
Of night
And kill me
With your words
Again, again, and again.
Am I not a person too?
What is less in me than you
That you so plainly see?
I do not know.
But then,
What have I ever known?
I know nothing,
Isn't that what you told me?