I walk around,
No one knows me.
I walk around,
No one knows I can't breathe.
They notice things,
Between my smile,
And my cheeks.
From head to toe.
They ask the same questions,
What's that on your arm?
How are you? Are you okay?
What's your name.
I always say the same thing,
It's just a scratch.
I'm fine I swear.
My name is something I used to know.
I pass by strangers everyday,
Not knowing what to say.
I pass people I recognize,
I don't want to lie.
They say hey,
how are you?
What's your name?
Let me get to know you.
I say the same the same thing.
It's something I used to know,
And it something that doesn't matter.
It's something that says know you've got her.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThe first poem i wrote for creative writing. The rest is my life and what I feel or what I think, so please don't judge. Thanks!
