I'm walking fast, but not fast enough
They come in hoards
Streaming across the pavement
The sand
The carpets
Screaming
Wailing
Greedy and clawing
I can't run
They surround me
Pushing and shoving
Clawing at each other
Trying to get to me
Shoving themselves in my face
Their voices rising
"Over here!"
"This way"
"Move, I can't see!"
"Talk to me!
Just a few words"
"Get out of my way!"
I am paralyzed
Forcing myself
One step forward, just one more
Shoving through the masses
Biting down panic,
Claustrophobia,
Keep going keep moving
They follow
With their poisoned air
Vicious
Bloodthirsty
Screaming for me to wait
To turn
To pose
I close my eyes
I can't outrun them
I let them take me
Swallow me
Push me and pull me
Fists clenched
Just keep breathing
Bruises and scrapes when they jostle too much
Defend by yells
Blinded by flashes
Just keep smiling
Keep smiling
It'll all be over soon
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
