Poems;; Abbie Hood

All these thoughts

The fear of not being good enough.

Yeah well hangmans what I play.

trying to learn that peoples words can end someones life.

Why should I trust myself? I could say the wrong thing at any given time.

Anxious? No...Just a good idea of an idiot.

so many mistakes make. I cant even fake this anymore... Too much. Too much.

Liars say I'm amazing, beautiful, smart.

Amazing people don't scream at their own thoughts...Beautiful people don't cry themselves to sleep...Smart people don't stare at a wall for answers...

They say music saves the soul. so why am i not saved yet?

I'm only a fool swimming around in a pool of pretend. Trying to make something of this life.

Can you even hear me cry? so why? why? Am i not saved.

Trying to escape from my own mind.

I scream as demons prance around the streets of my nightmares.

Its funny. So funny.

How all my questions aren't being answered. but of course a small remark will be made. But only by me of course.

Except i cant help but wonder... Are the answers disasters? Oh Why?

I have all these thoughts fly through my mind.

I've got this thing. Whats it called? oh yeah...Atelophobia...

The fear of not being good enough.

                                                   ;;Don't ever think too much, it can kill you;;

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