Can You Not: A Series Of Poems Written From Memories Of A Semi Hurtful Past

A Series of Poems: Part One

They said there was no possible way
That someone so young could feel pain
But had they known what it was like
To be kept awake every night
By something you can't see
You can't touch
Can barely fight
Being told be everyone
It will be alright
Get up, get out of bed
That's the reason you feel so bad
You refuse to face anything head on

But just leave me alone, it's easier to not see what you can't see
So just leave it be, leave me to me
Leave me to be me, whoever that may be
Whoever I was, whoever I am
Who I will be is not who I am now

And will never be until then
Save me your pity, save me your words
I need not your sympathies or stares
I need not your words of encouragement
I need not anything from you

For the sleepless nights are enough
Enough for the voices to sink in deep
The voices of intense anxiety and panic
Not being able to breathe
Not being able to think straight
Not being able to find the words to call for help
Not being able to keep control of yourself as you're trying to breathe, as you're trying to see, as you're trying to gain control

But you're so young
How could you feel such a loss of control over your own body
You're so young
How is it you feel pain
Do you even know what it's like to be in pain
No, because pain has age, you have to have REAL experiences to be able to say you feel pain
Because young people, be it a toddler or teen, dont know what it feels to feel REAL pain

There's nothing wrong with your brain, you just want attention
You want to feel special
You just want people to pay attention to you

But do we really?
We lock ourselves away so people don't see us
We're too scared of what they'll say when they know of what we go through

And I know this doesn't sound like much of a poem, but just think of this as an intro

And I know that this doesn't seem very consistent, but does poetry always have to be consistent? What's wrong with inconsistency every once in a while? Poetry is writing, and writing is an art form, like so many other things, so why shouldn't there be room to just write freely and say what you want?

Write what you feel without fear of what people will think. Why should their opinions on what you feel matter when they aren't the ones feeling YOUR personal emotions.

And with that, I start.