“Malfunction”
By Ashley O’Hare
There must be something wrong with me.
My lips are moving
I feel vibration in my vocal cords,
but nobody is listening.
Extensive research backs up my words,
but I am still ignored-
nobody wants the kid’s opinion.
Years pass,
but my credibility is stunted.
I may as well wear diapers-
then physical reality
would finally match
how I have always been seen.
My lungs are fried.
My eyes have dried.
My confidence long ago died
with any sense of pride.
All that remains is
hope,
buried deep inside.
ashleyohare 