The staring is pressurized.
I'm trying to breathe this Monday morning,
But I think I am about to pass out.
I should have asked my mother to move.
The walk is excruciating as I skirt around corners and—
Squeeze between people with quick apologies.
I hear the whispers.
They are everywhere.
At lunch, the rift is palpable.
I can taste the bitterness from here.
If I can catch a breath—
A real breath, I might make it through today.
My heart aches.
I feel like a walking ghost.
There are so many lies,
I don't know which way is up.
There is a severe chance I am broken.
Broken—
Because I don't think I chose correctly.
I don't think I should have chosen at all.
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Daydreamers, A Poem✔️
Poetry[Completed] Willow May is trying to survive high school- Without her best friend knowing she loves her; But one night, she records a love confession and- Accidentally sends it to everyone. Suddenly, her complicated love life becomes tragic. This...
