Being pushed to the ground hurts
Trust me, I know.
Sharp, small, silver pebbles
Cut into small knees
And scrape trembling hands
Hair blows into a tear-streaked face
As I glare at the figure behind me.
Names called, swirling in a downward spiral
Around and around and around
My head, leaving scars on my heart.
This is why
I never wanted to go to school
I didn't want to hear the whispers
swirling around my head
Every day I got up
And prepared for the worst
Today,
I smile and laugh
Alongside my friends
I strive for greatness
Smartest, most helpful, nicest
But there's always some part of me
That will wake up every day
And prepare for the worst.
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Minor Inconveniences {Poetry}
Poetry"It was nothing important, A single stupid thought." -- -- -- -- -- A collection of poetry I doubt will ever be published, so I hope you enjoy it. Three years in the making, it's a trip through anxiety, love, heartbreak, depression, the works. Imag...
