The Last to Know
How come I was the last to know?
I should have known when people kept asking if I was okay.
I should have known when my parents started checking just to see if I was alive.
I should have known when everything around me started turning grey— not just the sky, but the way I saw myself.
I should have known when hiding started to feel safer than breathing.
I should have known when just your face sent my chest into sirens and tremors.
Gosh— why didn't I know?
Why was I the last one to realize I was not okay?
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Author:
Vanna (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments1
A raw poem that takes the topic of self awareness and puts it in question form. A nicely composed work that makes us all reflect
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