I'll hide underneath the pile of clothes
I buried inside of my closet
Like I was led there by some force,
& blame the people around me
for not noticing the mess I made
When it was hidden from them so well.
I felt their lies covering my heart
like tattoos on my skin
I was too young to ever think about getting,
but they were out there in the open
for all of us to see
but only I could feel the pain,
& I was the only one who cared
so I'll keep going back to my spot
underneath my pile of clothes
until somebody can feel my pain, too.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
