I don't think I'm a girl
I don't think I'm a child
And I've felt so much pain that I thought I was dying
I've been on concrete writhing
It's something I'll feel again
I grind my teeth,
I try to sleep well,
I drive, but I don't drive that well
I'm alone and busy and slow and queasy
I wish that this speaking thing could have been easy
I feel like a burden on people who love me
She thinks I'm freak, but this girl doesn't know me
I'm not doing so good, it's hard this semester
Why is it that before, I could do so much better?
I really wish people would stop looking at me
I just want to be at home.
Let me be lonely.
Where the silence truly knows me
And the shadows embrace me gently
Caressing my demons fondly
As I whisper my secrets ever so softly
Holding onto my pillow for security
As I finally let these tears fall freely
- Authors: Fire and Candles, Annabeth Isabella Thatcher
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: October 9th, 2022 23:30
- Limit: 7 stanzas
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- Comment from author about the poem: Talk about yourself. Be as vague and cryptic or as intricate and specific as you want.
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Comments1
This is beautifully written. This is pure art, expressing your feelings through poetry can be a great way to calm down and clear your head. It opens your heart to the true feelings that you may be having in the moment. I understand the pain you expressed in this piece. And it hurts to know you are struggling. Otherwise beautiful work. I hope you keep writing ! 🙂
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