Do you ever wonder why
Why I'm the way I am
Why do I have little lines on my arms
Why I do eat alone in the cafeteria
Why I do always wear my hair down
Why do I always avoid eye contact
Why do I always flinch when someone raises their hand around me
Why do I look have starved
Why do I look like I'm on the brink of death
No one would know the answer to those questions but me
And the reason is no one cared enough to try and find out
So when you all understand why
Just know there my unspoken words
YOU ARE READING
Our Kind Of Words
Poetry"Not everyone speaks through normal words, that's why poetry was made". No one knows our struggles, people think we're fine but deep down inside we know that it's nothing but lies. We use our kind of words to show you what we go through. But it's up...
