Flashing lights
Loud noises
The ringing fills my ear
These drills are for our safety
So why do they leave me in tears
The sudden noise
The lights brighter than the sun
I curl up into a ball
Waiting for the hits
The pain
That follows the yelling
But it never comes
Everyone staring at me
Awkward moments
"I'm ok"
Am I?
Or am I just a mess up
Someone who can't even deal
with loud noises and bright lights
And now all the attention
Is on me
Please help
I hate it
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Author:
Ajax (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 17th, 2021 21:29
- Comment from author about the poem: This happened recently at school hahaha, it was scary
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
wonderful depiction, a brave portrait of self discovery
'when you look-up, and realise
they're not looking at you
because your actions of self survival were 'strange', but
because they're too 'conditioned'
to react, 'as one'
and so find your independent expression of self, even
if its that weakness you 'choose' to display, as an 'oddity'
they either fear or demean...'
(thanks for sharing, as usual
really well written)
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