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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2201289
This is where I'm going to put most of the poems I write. Most recent update: 9/24/21

Sometimes, I think he likes me.
Then, I realize, no.
He can't like me.
Not when I look like... me.
I'm impossible to love,
A burden,
A waste of life,
An unnecessary soul.
I'm invisible,
I'm annoying,
I'm just a shell.
A shell of myself,
Personality stripped away
Like a banana peel.
Even if they did care,
when they see the real me,
They won't stay.
They never do.
And I don't blame them.
I wish I could leave too.


I'm stuck.
Stuck in Time
Stuck in the Past
Stuck inside these crumbling walls.
And I just don't know why...
But I do.
I'm hurt.
You hurt me,
and you took advantage
of how much I loved you.
I want to turn my back,
close my heart,
rebuild my walls.
Walls that will only crumble
when I see you.
Will you ever see me?


It doesn't take much to break someone.
Only a few words.
Sometimes they're yours,
and sometimes they're not.
They still have the same effect.
Broken friendships, broken households.
Only a few words.
Severing bonds unbreakable,
Destroying hearts beyond repair,
Leaving people in the dark,
Only a few words.
"I'm cheating on you".
"I don't love you anymore"
"I was never your friend".
Only a few words.
Yet they have so much power,
So much despair,
So much destruction beyond repair.
Only a few words.


Lost isn't just getting stuck in a maze
it's getting stuck in your emotions
the past
words that have been spoken
that you just can't seem to forget
words that swirl in your mind forever
like a song stuck in your head.
Words that led you to believe
and led you to be Lost.
And yet they are still there
because you can't seem to let them go.

Until I Fall

I'm lost.
Lost in the dark,
Lost in my soul,
twisting and turning with pain.
Every new day is a wrong turn,
every second another crack.
Anything I say
Can't push you away
out of the depths of my soul,
the darkest place,
the most secret,
the place that hides my shame.
It holds you,
and everything you were to me.
Everything WE were.
And I can't let it go
Until I fall.


I thought I got rid of it.
I thought I finally got over what you did to me.
What you said.
What you broke.
But then I see you again.
You look different.
You cut your hair.
You finally got a phone.
You changed so much.
Maybe you're not the same person
Who made me ashamed of myself,
Who criticized me for my self-harm,
Who called me annoying and spastic,
Who said he had "too many friends".
Maybe you're not the same person you used to be.
I'm not mad at who you are now,
But I don't think I can forgive who you were.


You can learn a lot about someone
by looking at their shoes.
Converse? Edgy wannabe.
Vans? Social outcast.
Athletic shoes? Popular athlete.
I don't even have to see their face.
I don't even want to.
Just keep your head down and keep moving.
It's easier than having to talk to them.
It's easier than having to meet their gaze;
Having to see their innocent and unknowing eyes
that will soon be filled with hatred and disgust.


I try, but I can never outrun it.
Everywhere I go, I see my past,
laughing at me
reminding me of who I really am,
instead of who I'm trying to be.
Everywhere I look,
the people from my history
look down on me with judgment and disgust.
I can never outrun it.
Every new person,
Every new possibility,
Destroyed in an instant
When they realize who I really am.


I love wearing a mask.
It hides my face, helps me blend in
To the Shadows, where I belong
Where I want to be,
Ignored by everyone,
Never drawing attention.
...But it's lonely here.
The Shadows stare back at me,
Knowing that I don't belong.
I know I don't.
I don't know where else to go.


Every time I start to catch feelings,
I prepare myself for what's coming.
The squeezing in my chest when
I see them with someone else.
The what-ifs are a spiraling storm
and I'm stuck in the eye of the hurricane.
The way my walls crack and crumble
breaking down only for them.
I know
I know
I know
I should keep my walls up.
I'm asking to be rejected.
I'm setting myself up to get hurt.
...but I can't help it.

Hand-Me-Down Love

A parent's love
Passed down like old clothes
When a new sibling arrives
All the love you had goes
to the Youngest,
The Favorite,
and you can't help but feel
that you're being ignored,
thrown away like the peel
"They just need more attention"
"You were that old once too"
but you know, way deep down,
They love them more than you.
So you're stuck there, still feeling
Like you're not worth as much
Cause I guess your age matters
when distributing love.
"You're just seeking attention"
"You can handle yourself"
So there you are, stuck,
on the farthest back shelf.
Here comes kid number three,
And, as you expect,
Sibling One's turn is over,
thrown under the bed.
At least now, you are allies,
Now you're on the same side
and helping each other through
this not-so-thrilling ride.
Now there you are, together,
Fighting for a father's love,
And you will fight until you won't,
When you realize it never comes.

The Switch

They're laughing at you.
Don't look up; you'll see them staring at you.
Like a lion in a cage,
They're watching your every move.
They don't even give you a single thought.

Everyone is judging you.
You should just kill yourself.
Nobody would miss you if you were gone.
Nobody would even notice.
You're a terrible person.
This is why he left you.

Stop talking.
Shut up. Nobody cares.
Shut up.
Shut up.
Shut UP!
You're being annoying.
They're ignoring you.
They're regretting becoming your friend.

Stop being so needy.
You're too clingy.
Stop acting so obnoxious.
You're so stupid.
You're disappointing everyone.
You're a waste of space.

Nobody cares about you.
Nobody would notice if you were gone.
You should jus-
. . . . . .


Butterflies are the symbol of change.
Migration, photosynthesis,
even the cycle of life.
They're constantly changing
Never slowing down.
Always moving.

How Dumb

Does anything
ever come from a crush?
Heartache, maybe. Or nervousness.
...how dumb.

This Sucks

Unrequited love.
The bane of my existence.
God, this fucking sucks.

The What-ifs

They're haunting me.
They take over my thoughts,
spiraling around in my head.
Strangling, constricting, suffocating,
a permanent noose around my mind.
Stuck in a broken girl.
Me and my thoughts.


Here we go.
Another day.
I can do this... right?
I can struggle through it,
Stumbling to the finish line,
Despite the exhaustion, the stress,
the uncertainty, the random feelings,
all the second-guessing, the thoughts that
lie like anvils on my chest-
No. Push it down. Conceal.
At school, I'm a normal girl.
...who wears hoodies
and leggings


is this a poem?
well, it is written like one,
so I guess it is.

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