My Unstable Poetry

I Feel Unsafe

Sitting down on a wooden bench,
My feet dangle,
Feet of all races and colors stomping by
Stomache cranked up by a wheel
My heart.
Distances glowing,
Gone forever,
No one caring,
This is how I feel.
Drably painted memories,
Glistening from my wrist,
Strength is scared
But I want more.
Scars or feelings
Nothing of dread
No more courage
For all is dead
People are staring
But on this wooden bench,
My feet may dangle,
In my light of sight
But I share strength
For all who feel
But haven't touched