God I'm so tired
Empty
I reach inside and I feel nothing
Nothing burns sweeter
than the reminder
of how like a goddamn machine I am.
Is it such a shock that I feel fear
Simply because it does not paralyze me?
I'm not a monster.
I was just a kid.
I thought i was doing the right thing.
I'm not that kid anymore.
What else can I do to prove that?
How much more silent and pliable do i need to become
before you won't be scared of me?
I've filed down my fangs to protect others,
don't pull out my teeth too.
Please.
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Dried Autumn Leaves
PoetryA companion piece to Scattered Rose Petals, this poetry anthology focuses on the brittler emotions a young adult often encounters. The themes in this collection are a bit darker, bitter and cynical, but there are splashes of color and hope. Life isn...
