Days pass.
I need more
Warm feelings
To keep me from
Freezing.
It’s getting worse
Mom came home.
Keeps staring at me.
Staring through me.
She knows
She must.
She’s never paid attention
Before.
I skit through the
Halls like a leaf-
Hoping she wont see
And sweep me out
With the trash.
Keep it together, Jess
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Diary of Insanity
PoetryKeep it together Jess. I hope sprinting through the halls was considered keep it together. out of control. I was slipping just hold on... hold on...