Velvet Curtains

Velvet curtains shadow my life.
Nobody is brave enough to open.
The silk shuders are poison.
I cant see them,
They cant see me.
A select few are allowed in.
The others have no access.
I am an outsider,
That nobody respects.
They sneer at me,
But they dont know one thing.
I. Dont. Care.
If they knew,
They would stop.
No more teasing or laughing.
I can make them cry.
I can blow there minds.
But I choose not to.
I prefere watching them,
Trying to hurt my feelings.
I act as if I have none.
Eventually they'll get bored.
Move on to a real victim.
Who has no velvet curtains.

Hi there Vandria! Gekko here to review you!

Okay so I get the poem, you're an outsider or outcast, you have a few friends, you hate the popular kids blah blah blah. Its always the same with these kinds of peoms, come on! Give it your own skin! Make it pull at our feelings and break our hearts, or else its just another poorly done poem. And even though this is good, I swear I've read it a thousand times.

Go more in depth with the velvet curtians and what they represent, give the readers sight and feel into what you are trying to say.

--
The Gekko

Thank you!
Sadly, poetry is my weakness. But I understand where your coming at. It is just like others. I'm not exactly an outcast, therefore my poem has no real feelings. I write things people can relate to.
But thank again for the advice!