Long time no see, my friends.
Your damage is almost going,Just a few little memories,That's what I call them at least.Others call them 'scars'.
People tell me i'm 'mentally ill',
But I tell them i'm popular, I have a lot of friends,How can popular people be ill?
How've you all been,
How's the draw I threw you in when mum came up to ask what I want for dinner?I've been seeing the others for a long time now,One tells me i'm not thin enough,The other friend tells me i'm still too heavy.Sorry they replaced you, but mum comes up stairs too much.
I wanted to chat to you all today,
Have a conversation, something that leaves a memory,You get me? A deep, thoughtful conversation that changes your mindset for the day,Or week. Hopefully forever.But mum can't know our conversations,Them memories are for ourselves.
So friends,
keep hidden but tell me your memories that I can have for my own.
A teen who's obsessed.
YOU ARE READING
1.Feelings
PoetryA misted privacy that public eyes read, never understanding how the feelings took them.
