I always felt like I was watching my life from behind a screen
Seeing how it goes but never really experiencing it
Like observing the water from afar but never really dipping my toe in it
Instead I dip my toes in the false reality of social media
I submerge myself completely in it wanting to believe the words across the screen is real
All the "I love you" and "send me pics" messages I get from teenage boys late at night
I know I should block and delete them from my life but this longing for something always leads me to the bathroom
Where I lift up my shirt and smile hoping that it means something
That one desperate boy would see me and not my body
That will kiss me goodnight and not make me want to runaway
like when I did back when I was thirteen because I believed my parents were out to get me
They told me that girls couldn't be loved
At least by me
So I nod my head and talked to boys on the internet hoping I would be able to get my mind off of Madeline...
Madeline, Madeline, Madeline
Long ginger hair, brown eyes
Black glasses framing her face perfect face
Followed by a perfect goofy smile
I want to hold her, love her
But instead I hold back my smile and turn my back
Because "girls cannot be loved, by me"
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The Ghost Of You
PoetryA girl trapped in the awful thoughts of society unable to accept her for who she is. Untill she meets a "ghost" that's willing to teach her that she doesn't need to pretend to be something she's not. Written In The Style Of Poetry
