"I've got it all figured out.
No one cares unless you're pretty or dying.
I'm not scared of strength,
I'm scared of everyone seeing me the way I see myself.
I'll watch people around me breathe,
I know I should be able to fill my lungs with fresh air
But... I can't.
The worst part is that people mistake my chest
Rising frantically up and down
For breathing when
I'm
Really
Suffocating."
She said in a soft whisper.

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PoesiaJust some simple poems, Nothing more, nothing less. They are my originals, Don't make me second-guess.