Everything is not what it seems. I hear voices, see faces in the dark, and flinch every time I hear the footsteps of my parents or them opening a door in the house. I'm not supposed to be scared of them, right? Is it normal to be scared of your parents? Every time I hear my dreaded name called by them I fear that I'm going to be beat for something. To pile on to home anxiety, semester tests are this Friday and my possible entire coming school year depends on these tests...God I wish I could just stay calm for once..
I've found myself thinking through more story ideas or poems because I have nothing to distract myself with, and the result of these stories and poems aren't very happy I'll just say that. Not to mention I've lost the ability to be close to a dear friend of mine recently so that gave me a bit more anxiety when I found out, increasing my will to become the next Edgar Allan Poe.
You know, maybe things would just be better for me if I could become invisible to the world and write poems, lyrics, and stories for the rest of my life..
YOU ARE READING
Putting Thoughts On Paper
Non-FictionSorta a way for me to vent? It's open to whoever so have fun with this if you feel like reading. Some topics may get a bit heavy though, so be warned.
