I go.
Back and forth.
Side to side.
And in turn lose
all of my pride.
Back and forth.
And side to side.
Between apps.
I look and search.
And refresh before typing in all caps.
I'm freaking out.
There's nobody I can talk too.
You won't let me speak.
I've clearly annoyed you too much.
And you'll deem me a freak.
You'll ask too many questions.
I'm always bothering you.
So I'm alone.
But yet I go back and forth.
Because I lack a backbone.
I look.
For a message. A text.
To show that someone. Anyone. Cared enough.
To try and talk to me on their own.
Back and forth.
And side to side.
Because I need companionship.
To repair my lonely spirit.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
