Business
Businesses
And you're always busy
Can I take a minute
So I can fucking breathe
I'm always taking care of myself
And others with cover up smiles
Do I even exist as a person
Or as an object
Do you even know me
Even for who I am
Name one thing about me
One thing
I bet you can't
I got a comment saying that I'm fat
And I'm too positive
And that I'm ugly
And that my family doesn't love me
I skinny dip in the water under the bridge
Do you actually exist
Or did I imagine you
Are you all in my head
I think that I might be going crazy
I hear popular and unpopular people
Hating on me from a far distance
I just want a break from the chaos
They're breaking me before meeting me
I've seen it all
But I'll be ok
I've made it out of the chaos before
You never want me to talk
Fear that I'm a witch and will cast a spell on you
So I'll just put in my headphones
And do what you say that I only listen to
I'll pull out Taylor Swift and cry to her
Because apparently I'm a cheap redo
Do you actually exist
Or did I imagine you
All in my own little brain
I can see the world coming together and falling apart in a wonderful tragic circle
I call it a beautiful trauma among all of the horrific truth of reality
All the kids think it's cool to ruin your lungs and bodies for the sake of being cool
Just try being the person who brings fake smiles and unhappiness to every group chat
And the one who never has anyone backing them up when they truly need it the most
I almost forgot that I needed to care about myself before I care about everyone else
It makes me scared how I used to never be able to smile and say "I did this today"
I got up and actually got a C in one of my classes today
It was the point of disaster that has brought us humans to tear each other apart
I knew that they were trouble when I saw what kind of bags they were holding
But I didn't care
Do you actually exist
Or are you all in my head
Do you serve as a guardian angel
Or are you here to tell me I never had a purpose
Because I have always waited for those words
YOU ARE READING
purpose
PoetryI started writing this collection about a year ago. In different periods of times I kept writing poem after poem. I was burnt out from the constant writing and the constant pain. I cried almost everyday, I hated who I was, but now I don't. This is a...
