roads and maps
highways intertwining at every turn
lost things and trash on the side of the road
once loved things now forgotten
an old teddy bear a little girl once cherished
a broken toy car a little boy lost
rot along with the dirt and decompose
nestling themselves a home in the ground
my soul is made of roads and maps
blotting places i have been and places i have yet to see
scratch marks on the pages i wished never ended
people i wish would still know me
on the side of the road of life
i sit silently
watching people pass me by and slowly forget
i fiddle with the broken toy car
and hug the old teddy bear to my chest
making us forgotten things a home in the ground
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confessions of a teenage girl
Poetryi'm invisible. my friends don't see me. my family doesn't see me. i am a ghost. a phantom of nonexistent matter. i don't exist. i never have and i never will. ~tales of the invisible girl collection of poems that i wrote ❤️ Best read in Baskerville...
