it's a dark night.
i'm standing by the graveyard.
i turn my head to the right.
but all i can see is my shadow trying hard.
trying to hide from all the danger.
looking at me as if i were just a stranger.
what have i done?
why am i here?
it feels like a gun.
right next to my head.
my head with a bleeding ear.
i cannot do this anymore.
it's just a little bit too much.
the wind gives me a gentle touch.
i need to find a back door.
back door from this scary place.
i just want to hide my face.
i don't want this world to see me.
if my fear did not exist though.
i wonder who would i be.
YOU ARE READING
thoughts.
Poetrythoughts of a girl with the generalized anxiety disorder, social anxiety disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder and body dysmorphic disorder.
