My silent tears ran down my cheeks,
like the melting wax of a broken candle.
I couldn't take it anymore.
I sat in the corner of my room,
a place where no one sees the constant clock wheels turn,
as I tried to figure out why,
why I liked to imagine myself making friends
with the stars, instead of kids my age.
No one sees me trying to make myself believe,
believe that I belong with the free chirping birds,
when there are chains dragging me down to the earth's core.
No one sees me wishing for people to stop using me as a target for archery practice.
Then she appears, she asks me, "Why are you here?"
She looks at what must seem to be a lackluster pile of bones
that were begging to be broken.
I couldn't reply, I was too afraid to make a mistake.
"No one wants you here, you know that, right?"
I couldn't say anything, so I nod.
She was always right after all.
And then she leaves, making sure to let me know that the way I felt now,
was something I deserved.
I was at war with her.
I was at war with perfection,
and there was nothing I could do
to win all the battles I've lost.
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The Heart Chronicles
Poetry❝I'm starting to get bad again.❞ - Charlie A collection of thoughts made into poems by yours truly. {Highest Rank: #165 in Poetry}