Nowhere to go, nowhere to run. You're stuck inside while everyone else is having fun. Not that you have to be, not because you want to. Because your brain and your heart work separately and both don't know what to do. So you wait and wait, just to be seen. But suddenly you get the wrong attention and everyone is either creepy or mean. So you go off, maybe take a walk. Write it all down because you know you can't talk. But no one is there to read it, all the feelings on the page. So you sit in silence writing with quiet rage.
YOU ARE READING
My Side of the Story Vol. II
PoetryInspired by Eminem and Celia Martiniez This is my story.
