I would ask for help
But weakness is taboo
Left for the dogs to devour
In the dark alleys of fear
Cripling guilt
Whistling in my ear
"I know what you did"
Leaving me to run from it
I would admit to my pain
But shame is taboo
Left for the left behind
On the island of self-pity
Inundating questions
Asking me at night
"What are you gonna say?"
Baiting me to answer them
I would admit that I'm sorry
But regret is taboo
Left for forgotten memories
In the abyss of regret
Keeping me from sleeping
Whispering in my ear
"This is what you get"
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Maybe I'm Just Getting Older
PoesíaLove, anxiety, hope, fear, identity, and pain are all things that we experience while growing up. This is a collection of poetry from my personal experience being a teenager and some poems about books I have read. Feel free to critique my poetry or...
