the third wheel
the odd one out
the lone wolf
the girl who pouts
in the back of the class
nose in a book
she gets straight A's
until she starts slipping
she got burnt out
but she's only in 9th grade
dyes her hair
cool toned colors
because her skin
is practically white
something warm
just wouldn't suit her right
locked away
secrets
held tight against her skull
trying to force their way out
everytime she gets a thought
but she smothers them back down
into the deepest dark
with her other skeletons
in the closet
will she ever let them out
can I ever let them out ?
YOU ARE READING
A Fraction of My Thoughts
PoesíaI write poems sometimes and I want an outlet to share them to. I hope somebody can relate to them and feel understood when they read them. btw none of them go together, it is all just random stuff that I have written when I need to rant. Enjoy!
