Every day is the same
I pretend who I am from the second I open my eyes to the second I close them again
But right when my eyes are closed is when my mind is let wild
I dream of women with long hair and strong collarbones
I imagine things I would never admit out loud, because if I did then I would never be able to open my eyes again
I would be buried six feet deep right next to the person I killed off back when I was thirteen
But maybe that wouldn't be so bad
Everyday is the same
I go to school to the same shitty friends with the same shitty boyfriends
I smile at them when they greet me and I laugh with them when they're gossiping
And when a guy walks past me and winks
I wink back
I flirt back with hormonal boys untill his pants go down and suddenly there's an emergency
And so I run home in tears mad at myself for not just doing it
I scream and shout and wonder why I'm so different
But when I see her down the road I forget what I was thinking about
Instead my thoughts are flooded with pictures of her
The girl down the street and in the front of history class
The one that's on my mind twenty four seven
And for a second I smile
But when she sees me
I run inside
Suddenly wishing I was back with the boy, getting used then pushed aside
So I go back into my bathroom and pull down my pants sending the only thing I can think of "when can I see you next?"
Then I lay down as tears stream down my face and do the same thing all over again the next day
YOU ARE READING
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
