invisible
at school, i have acquaintances and friends
but at lunch, i sit with my anxiety and a thought that never ends
i have friends and acquaintances in holy spaces
but good god, i still think i waste a good amount of human spacei never understood why
but an invisibility cloak is something id ever need to try
to be invisible to people is what i had to deal with being shyin groups and squads, i never felt like i fit in
i just felt like they took pity on me, so they shoehorned me in
in the end, i always had to be the loser
being a friendless, anxiety riddled loser was way easieri may sound a bit dramatic
but i always wanted to be left alone in the dark attic
where nobody could judge me and my overbearing anxiety
just me, my thoughts and the darkness for eternityit's dark and obsolete
yes, it's what makes my whole personality complete
but i never fought it back, i never compete
i may sound weak and pathetic
but at least other people won't know im uncharismaticwhen i walk down the hall
i dont get noticed except for the class' daily roll call
and to that, i dont complain at all
because its something ive been used to since ive been orphaned and passed on like a balli lay down on my bed and hug my pillow as i cry
though weeping has a reason, yet i still dont know why
i stop and stare at the ceiling apathetically
'i have to wake up early tomorrow again'
oh well, it happens everyday, almost naturally~~~~~~~~
kinda terrible tbh, i rhymed spaces with space lmao
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sins & tragedies // spoken poetry
Non-Fictioni write both sins and tragedies ; disclaimer: this doesn't have smut fics, i just took a spin on Panic! at the Disco's song I Write Sins Not Tragedies lmao published: 4/27/18