13.
And I’m no longer alive.
You’ve spun my lines to lies to dimes to gold. My soul’s been stolen, in written words Here’s lies the slaughtered:
the mockingbird.
14.
And I’m am but occasionally a poltergeist.
I’m watching myself be forgotten, watching me pass
Suddenly unwanted, suddenly unnecessary, suddenly replaced. A rope is a rope until it’s around a neck.
You and you, your bullet words.
Your values of self and value of mine. And you who was blinded,
who did not fight.
15.
A little older, a little wiser.
The past, the yore; the blossom, the bloom The darkest year and the longest night.
You and you,
I do not forgive you
I’m sorry you changed me so much I called you out in a poem. But last of all, you.
I’m glad we’re happier now.
(I still wish you defended me though)
the edge of hope and despair in equal measure.
Cathy Shang is a Chinese 17 year old student studying in Shanghai, China in Shanghai American School Pudong Campus. She writes poetry as a form of self expression and in hope of capturing the intensely important emotions of the human experience. Her writing focuses primarily on fleeting dreams and sentiments from stories of her life so far, as well as the weight of silence as a form of communication. In her spare time, she likes to make digital art and animation, and compete in parliamentary debate.