I feel so insignificant and minuscule. I'm a tiny particle that floats by that nobody ever notices.
I'm always just there like the wind I'm there and then I'm gone, I never really leave.
My mood swings are like the howling winds that pierce the ears of the everyday people, but still nobody really notices they don't even turn there heads they just stop for a second shrug their shoulders and continue on.
My words very seldom get noticed but, when I do something wrong which is always very seldom all hell breaks loose like a herd of mad bulls that see the color red and have been pestered and poked far too many times.
~E.M.C
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Hurt Beyond Repair.
PoetryHurt and frightened and no where to turn except for my journal. Curse words being streamed at me and you would have thought I had a father for a sailor. ~E.M.C Many poems focusing on the subject of Mental Illness, that many suffer with and the su...
