Sitting in the corner is easy,
Its easy to be the fly on the wall and listen rather than interact with it all.
It's a piece of cake to stand out like a sore thumb, its no sweat to play dumb
To be the odd man out, the kid in the corner, the unapproachable.
It's hard to swallow your pride, and instead of the 'sup' nod, say 'hi'
It is so difficult to sit next to the rest, to not fit in completely but doing your damn best. When you're whole world collapses and the feeling of anxiety passes, the clutch in your heart fades and your mouth opens
That's the moment, when those first words are spoken, that you realize;
You are so fucking broken.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Lost Girl
PoetryA collection of poems written on my free time, they are mostly all free-style so stanzas and patterns may not always add up exactly but I assure you it staggers the quality hardly at best. I believe a poem can tell you a lot about a person, their i...
