IN MY HEAD
In my head.
I'm playing a bunch of point of views.
In which I'm everybody and I'm everything.
I see the things I shouldn't.
Like the way her husband grips her arm, tightly
and how clenched her jaw is.
Like the way her uncle gropes her, even though he shouldn't.
Like the way he shudders under her seductive stare.
Like the way we wish to be perfect: to be people we're not.
In my head,
I see the fear in their eyes, as they pose with their father,
And her longing for death as she holds her boyfriend.
I see these things.
And I hear their souls.
Calling out to me,
Begging me to help them.
But there's nothing I could do.
I'm just so ' little '
These are a bunch of poems about feelings, most of which I have experienced and most of which I have seen in people's eyes.
A poem of 50 feelings and that's what I've done.
Now that you've gotten a clue of what goes on,
IN MY HEAD
I can only hope that,
You don't think I'm crazy.
It's story girl.
See you next time.
THE END.
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PoetryIn my head, there are a million things I'd wish I could say. A million things I realize. But the courage I have not birthed to say them aloud. Just a girl who feels too much, sees too much, hears to much and an obsession of curiosity. In a world w...
