Who am I?
Am I a worn-out shell?
Or am I, the funny,smart girl that had her life planned?
All I know is I used to be someone
As they point and whisper as I walk
Telling me it was such a shock
But as they talked ,their words dug deeper and deeper into my soul
Their words chipped away at me for long that it felt like I was dying
But all of sudden when you attempt to tell someone
It's your fault for feeling this way
But to my dismay
I couldn't help it okay?
I switched schools, didn't adjust fast enough
But it still was my fault for not understanding how to fit in
It is my fault for being different
"It was just a phrase" They say
Are my feelings really just a phrase?
Are my thoughts just a phrase?
Is that night where he hurt me just a hallucination?
It's okay though because no matter what I do that night will still haunt me.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryI have to get my feelings out some way I guess. Like that's all this book is gonna be about. Read if you want to but there will be some dark shit in here. Just warning y'all
