You and me.
Walking along.
But I'm a little slower.
You stop.
And wait.
And then complain.
"Are you even kidding me?"
That's what you say.
"Why are you so slow?
I'm carrying a bag with 50 rocks, and you
You barely have any pebbles.
So what's your problem?"
"I don't know."
I respond, staring at the ground.
You roll your eyes, and walk away.
Leaving me on my own.
But, wait. Don't leave me.
This is the time I need you the most.
I do know.
I have rocks to.
Not just pebbles.
It's just, the rocks are in my pockets.
Where you can't see.
Because I don't want you worrying about me.
These rocks, they are the problems.
The problems that I face in life.
And your rocks,
Ones like homework and tests,
They are the tiniest pebbles
Compared to mine.
But you don't know that.
So why am I so slow?
It's because of the things I have to battle.
And it's keeping me behind.
But I have to hide it from you.
You're not allowed to know.
All we do is think about the feelings that we hide...
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Waving Through A Window
Poetry**While these poems reference suicide and self harm, they are in no way meant to promote it!! Read at your risk** When I look outside my window I don't get no peace of mind... Sequel: "Fading From Your Mind"
