"Hey."
Bricks
Bricks
My bag has bricks.
5 "Hi hold my backpack, please
I am just a sad girl. I don't get help.
I have too many bricks. I must have two bags for better ease.
But when I give someone the bag they throw it in my face.
Some people call me a laughing disgrace."
10 "Oh well of course I love to help"
"Thank you"
I went through my day
She came back and put bricks in the bag
Holding the packs
15 She came back and put bricks in the bag
I held it every day
She came back and put bricks in the bag
And I told no one of her pack.
Again I went through my day
20 She came back and put bricks in the bag
Holding the packs
She came back and put bricks in the bag
Again I held it every day
She came back and put bricks in the bag
25 Again I told no one of her pack.
It was heavy
How can I hold her pack I pondered,
I can hardly hold my own.
I must help.
30 If I don't she will wonder.
How can I help?
The bags are heavy
Ah ha. I can ask for help.
Another, I went through my day
35 She came back and put bricks in the bag
Holding the packs
She came back and put bricks in the bag
YOU ARE READING
Bricks
PoetryDO NOT READ THIS POEM IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO: TRAUMA, DEPRESSION, SUICIDE, TOXIC FRIENDS, OR ANXIENTY This is a personal poem talking about an experience IRL. This is kind of just me venting about this cuz I don't really like talking about it so wr...
