I am the sand.
I bare the disregards of others.
I hear the secrets,
The pouring of souls,
And peoples' life long goals.
I am the one they seek for aid,
For a friend.
I'm never anything more.
Than they leave me
Forever more.
Always compared to the sea,
Her waves and her curves
Trampling over me.
She's the main attraction.
What people want to see.
I'm just the ones they use to leave
For such greater things.
For my body
Is barren and scarred.
For my curves
Reach much future across,
With the weight of the world
Burdening me.
The constant standard of perfection
Being held down on me,
But, I'm not perfect.
I'm just me.
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Chevron Notebook
PuisiA composition of personal poems from a mind of a teenager searching for relation, happiness, and mental stability through her day to day struggles. Writing in hopes that when you read you can find some relation to her writing so you know you're not...
