I shouldn't let my wild thoughts
run free,
hence a lack of
security.
I shouldn't let my overthinking
catalyze and be the sin,
coming altogether where it
does not belong.
How to open my mouth
to taste its bitter air, risking going south?
To savor your safe and nurturing song
yet often times on my own...
Hoping for a classroom conversation
from a random eye-catcher
only to blow them off
with the sting of your lightning,
however hoping for a friend;
why does it ooze out like this?
How is this a means of filling emptiness
if I want nothing to do with those dimwits?
It could be the dark room known as OUTCAST
and only making myself laugh;
its long and winding halls
scratched by echoes repeating my every quirk.
Having scratched me, now I regret such dirt,
although thinking through blossoms you tall.
You're loved so much
yet I feel sorry about their cordiality
all for the quiet and ostracized I've faced over time.
I hate this toxic imbalance.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
