People scare me.
With their judging eyes
And amused grins.
When you tell them that
You're simply afraid,
They laugh in your face.
When you ask them if
They might do something for you
Because the fear is too great,
They smile and reply
"I can't either,
I'm so afraid,"
In a mocking voice,
In a voice too similar
To the one you have.
Then you decide to stop,
Stop telling them anything
And they start wondering why
You never talk to them.
You're forced to do tasks yourself
Even if your head is screaming.
Then you'll have to start
To dig your nails in your palms
Just so there's something to focus on
Other than the anchor in your stomach,
Other than the temper tantrum
Your brain is having
Over one slight fuck up.
Other than the repeated thoughts
Of how the other person will now think you're weird,
You're stupid,
You're horrible.
People scare me.
Even when your body is a flashing red light,
They look at you and laugh.
When you feel like your lungs don't work,
They mock you repeatedly.
And after all that
They have the nerve to say
That there's nothing scary about people.
YOU ARE READING
Poems, I guess
PoetryA collection of self written poems, if they can be called that.
