It seems that I can only be creative when I'm alone. My friends don't like my style.
They like me. I think. Sometimes, I think I'm fake. I need a break. But, they won't let me, even if I say please.
They'll just force me into something I don't want. And I comply. I need some time. I won't let them run my life.
I have to make my own decisions. I lost my values because they suppressed them. Will my efforts matter in the end or will they burn like the rest?
I care to much about what they think even though I don't care about them. They're controlling my life. Have I said this before? They're emotional terrorists.
I need a break from everyone, including myself. I need time not to think. If I don't, it's to my demise. My mind needs a disguise. It needs to be something else.
Or maybe it just needs to be itself.
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Sidewalk Talks
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've written. These are just the things a quiet girl is too afraid to say in the moment. Some of the pieces are just made up stories, but most of them are based on personal experiences.
