I have never wanted to push away so much. I want to shove you all away and run off, the hidden tears finally able to stream down my cheeks. The cheeks that were plump and tight in a wide smile moments ago, now damp with liquid pain. I can feel the anger and horror secreting from every pore of my skin. The fury that boils inside that molds down into sadness. The truest sadness. That deep depression that hides in your gut, where all your worst secrets lie. The monster that is all your fears paces there, built of all your weaknesses, and it waits for it's cunning chance to plant seeds of self-hate and sow them into vines that tangle and twist up into your heart. It wraps around your heart in a vice grip and thorns grow to further dig into the flesh. Every time I see you, my heart hurts like the vines are too tight. And I don't have the strength to cut them down anymore.
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Curiouser and Curiouser... A Collection of Excerpts, Thoughts, and Poems
PoetryNo one voices all their thoughts... But here are a few of mine. Some things I've written, but never told a soul. They come from a wide range of my time growing up. (I've been writing poetry since I was 5, until now. These are a few things I've writt...
