I feel like a secondary character in my own life
If you ask me who I love my name will never fall from my lips
My name will drown in the back of my throat while all of the world rolls off my tongue
If you ask me who I love my pride will list the entire school before even thinking about me.
I'm looking through a window at myself doing things I never wanted to do.
I force myself into these ideals of what I think i should be
Or what I think the world needs
Like art
And music
And dance
And writing
And school
And living
I let myself down constantly and I'm too scared to say I love you with meaning behind it because almost everyone I've said I love you to has left.
I can't think straight at all
Words and images swirl around my head so fast it's hard for me to hold on to them
I can't think straight at all
I repeat stuff to myself a lot because I want to remember but if you met my train of thought you wouldn't question why I always forget because you would see that the tracks are falling apart
Kinda like how I'm falling apart
On the inside I think I might die because I have no idea how I will survive next year and the only thing that's keeping me going is that I'm scared to die and have everyone forget me.
I wish I could disappear
I hate being seen
it makes this bubble filled with the monsters pandora released in it take over my chest
But I hate not being seen
It reassures the fact that I am just a secondary character in the lives of so many people
I wish I didn't overthink as much and people didn't try to get into my head
Like how she who raised me seeks to break me intentionally
While he who befriends me breaks me accidentally
Because no one really knows how easy it is to get into my head and drive me crazy.
I wish I didn't dream so big because I know that I can never reach those dreams
I hope I can help someone not feel so alone
but how can I do that when all I feel is alone?
Tell you a secret?
I want to rule the world someday
But how can you rule the world if you are never noticed?
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Daily Cup of Bad Poetry
PoesiaI had a really bad day so I wrote some poems. Not all of them are sad and some names were changed. WARRNING: they are really bad!