Escape?
Oh, no, there is no escape.
Not for me.
Not soon enough.
Here I am, sitting on the bathroom floor
In the basement, locked away,
Shielding my tears from the world
Lest it mock me.
I never thought spending time
With someone of my own blood
Would feel so awkward and unpleasant.
It's not supposed to be this way.
I never thought someone of my own blood
Would be so disappointed in me
Because I could not find my voice.
I thought they would stand up for me when I couldn't.
I never thought I could feel so cold,
Feel so desperately alone, so friendless,
Feel so unwanted and so very annoying.
Yet, here I am, tears falling to the wooden floor.
The word "escape" sounds so sweet,
Sweeter than every fine candy I've ever tasted.
My legs want to run, my lungs want to heave
As I feel bitter-cold wind rush against my face.
But, no, my hope is lost.
I am an unwanted creature through the eyes
Of everyone I meet, pushed to the side.
There is no escape waiting for someone like me.
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Tragic Poetry
PoesíaHere, you will find a collection of sloppily written, heartfelt "poetry" (it can hardly be called that, as it has no rhyme or rhythm - only stanzas). These words stem from my late-night thoughts and fears. Although they are merely a mess of nonsensi...
