I see everyone. That doesn't mean that they can see me. The one thing that I know for sure is that no one can see you. The way you show up without any warning,and immediately shut me up. They don't know the way you make me feel. The way you twist the truth. How you constantly change what you want me to do. How the only way you leave is when I do what you said and by then you've isolated me from all of my friends. Then I try to go back to them and although they act as if nothing happened, I feel like I'm an outsider. As if I don't belong anymore. As if I'll never belong again. But I know that if I don't go back I'll never even have that option. Still every time I try to ignore you, you come back and remind me that I'm different, that they wouldn't understand.
YOU ARE READING
when Em came to me
Poetrythis is some stuff I write because I can't say it out loud and/or because I shouldn't be thinking about it. this is truly how I feel and what I think.
