People walking down the
hallway mindlessly talking
to one another. I over hear
their conversations, although
I know they are not talking
About me, I can't help but
feel they are.
Everyone knows my secrets,
knows my demons, and I
can't get any of them back.
I feel the judgement radiating
from them as I walk by. I see
the disgust in their eyes
when I look at them.
The rumors and drama
cause sleepless nights, open
veins, dried tears, unbearable
amounts grief and regret I
feel late at night.
I just want it back. All of my
secrets, all of my tears, all
of my blood, all of those
sleepless nights. I want it back,
I want it back, I WANT IT BACK.
ALL I WANT IS A FRESH START,
A CLEAN SLATE, A NEW
BEGINNING.
I just want to start over.
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a/n: This poem was hard for me to write because it was written from my friends point of view. I had to put myself in her shoes and try to understand her feelings. I apologize if this isn't my best work but I feel like writing from a different pov will help me in my writing. Anyway, I hope all of you are having a wonderful day/evening!
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Agoraphobia
Poetry"i hope to god that body is stronger than my mentality because if it isnt i am bound to collapse and break at any moment."
