Everyday turning the corner
The bright green grass flowing over the empty lot next to you
Where something burnt and in wreckage
Became a small area of flowers and pretty grass
But still you stand
Strong and unfazed by the elements
A tall house
Home is something you are you
Just another build where people live
Where walking through a door is a surprise
Wondering whether a fight has broken out
Or I'm going to be greeted by the fakeness
You call love
With each step, I'm getting closer
The pain of wondering hurting me
Where children's toys and trash
Are all around littering the area
I used to find myself in comfort here
Used to find myself can't wait to be home
To lay in my tomb of a room
Where everything is supposed to be safe and clean
But now it's a ghost yard
With clothes littering the floor
And then being scared to be inside
Scared to be yelled at in the room that is supposed to be yours
No love remains as a mother sleeps
And children wreak the house
And there I come home
An escape goat
The child with the baggage of years on her shoulders
Where she is afraid to speak to family
Afraid that someday she will have to miss school
Where food is not a comfort
But something that makes her stomach go in flips
Can't you see I'm scared anymore
Where I throw myself in front of fighting
Looking at the kids yelling at them being something I promised I wouldn't
All I wanted to do was protect everyone
My confidence that has grown since moving here becoming a ghost
Why do you leave me when I come here
Where many of my day I'm frustrated in my room
Crying in a corners bruising my knuckles
I'm unable to tell people how scared I am
How yelling is my worst fear
Living in my house
Walking on eggshells careful not to show emotions
Show them when you are still a person
My issue is my demons
Let me be me
Alone in my tomb
Ice surrounding me instead of a cold sweat
The chains of my demons are growing
As while I grow weaker
On the floor as everything now hurt
I'm still barely breathing
Too little to fight
Weakling
I'm still me...
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Life as a Poet
PoetryA bunch of poems and short stories from the perspective of being a poet. They range from being break up related to falling in love.
