What If I wasn't afraid to speak my mind?
I could do so many things, I could ask questions, make my opinions known.
I wouldn't worry about doing things I didn't want to do, I wouldn't regret the silence my mind tricked me into.
This fear is like a bottomless pit in my stomach with no way to escape it.
I Wish I could understand people better.
I Wish I could look at them and know what they're thinking and how they feel.
It won't happen any time soon, but I Wish that that understanding could just CLICK! into place.
The bottomless pit makes itself known.
It says: "This will end badly. You can't do this."
I remind myself that I can, but when I complete my task, I still find myself saying "What If" and "I Wish".
March 4th, 2019
AN: For this one we were supposed to write a 'What if? or I Wish' poem, which could be more of a fantasy based poem if I wanted, but I decided to write about my *cough* issues. We were required to use hyperbole, personification, and onomatopeia with a minimum of 8 lines.
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Poetry Anthology
PoetryThis is a school project that I've been working on for my Poetry Unit. Hope you enjoy! Note: These are all original poems that I did in class.
