Everywhere I look, there are sick heads and sad hearts
And the hardest part
Is watching from the sidelines
Not knowing whether they hurt or if I can help
All of them hide it so well
Was I stuck so carelessly in this quarantine? The only one who has seemed to survive
The strife that is thrust onto us in this life?
These scars are old and my hopes are new
So here I am stuck
Stuck looking at their swollen eyes that look to me
Is it hate?
Is it envy?
So, here I must stay
And feel useless for another day
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Fight Your Demons
PoetryPoetry from an angry boy, too scared to be a man A paper heart and an incarcerated mind Caged words and a broken tongue The words spilt in the night This is the absence of light, the expired fight All the demons come to take him away In hopes he w...
