When I walk, I feel as though all eyes are on me.
As if I'm important enough that they would turn their head and think, "She's such a mystery, I want to know her."
I feel as if I walk with purpose.
Tall, strong, unbreakable.
That I have an aura that screams I'm everything they want and need. A yearning to know me and discover the deepest corners of my mind.
But when I'm alone I know I'm just a speck of dirt on the bottom of their shoe, overlooked and unimportant.
Validation is what I seek, something I'll never possess. That desperate grasp for someone to tell me I'm worth it, that I'm everything they've been searching for or even a small piece of it.
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This is actually harder than I thought it would be, writing poetry. I'm usually more of a novelist kind of gal but I thought broadening my horizons would be beneficial.
Enjoy & let me know what you think! 💕
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Meaningless Scribbles
PoetryThe inner ramblings and thoughts of a girl who's had her fair share of heartbreak and loss but also happiness and love, confusion, inner turmoil, and all the human emotions. All Rights Reserved © by acidlove_
