Just act natural.
Nobody knows what's in your mind except you.
Breathe.
Calm the panic.
Ignore the thoughts.
Clench your fists so tightly your knuckles turn white.
You aren't natural.
Wrong.
Everything is wrong.
The clock is too loud.
You're breathing too loud.
Everyone's gonna know that—
Stop.
Just act natural....
Sometimes I wonder if you think about me when you're happy.
It's midnight.
I wake up to your call coming through on my phone.
And I pick up, just like always.
I'm tired; you're drunk.
I'm sober; you're crying.
I always answer when you call, but you ignore every ring when I dial.
I leave a voicemail, but you can't even be bothered to text me back.
You always leave me on read, and I wonder w...
Who am I if not what people tell me to be?
What's the point, if not what everyone expects me to see?
I don't know who I am or why I'm here.
I have no purpose, I fear.
I'm a blank slate,
a blank canvas, an empty crate.
Paint me up
Fill me up
Make me what you want me to be.
Carve me up
Build me up
Make me like what you want to see.
But then what's left?
Nothing....
I can never seem to sleep.
When I'm alone, there's nothing to silence the hurricane of thoughts in my head.
**You'll never be enough.**
_Why am I not enough?_
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**Nobody loves you.**__
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_Why does nobody love me?_
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I'm sitting up til sunrise, letting the circles under my eyes darken.
The monster isn't under my bed, but it rests upon it.
It doesn't think it's enough.
It doesn't thin...
If you saw me right now, would you be disappointed or proud?
If you knew what made me who I am, would you avoid the future?
Would you claw your way out of your skin, or would you make the same mistakes I did?
I'm sorry for what we are.
I'm sorry for what we've done.
We're deteriorating, and I ask just that you forgive me.
Forgive me for growing these horns.
Forgive me for the way my skin tu...
I've written enough poems about my inability to express/recieve love.
It's not that I don't want it, moreso I don't know how to find it.
I _want_ to look at someone and feel butterflies in my stomach.
I want someone's arms around me, body molding against mine like puzzle pieces.
I want the type of love that doesn't need words; the type of love that you can just sense when you look into their e...
(i like the word prompt but I CANT DO RHYME SCHEMES ITS NOT MY THING)
I bite the hand that feeds me so that maybe it'll let me starve.
My bones form a cage around my heart, isolating it from anyone who wishes to come near me.
The flesh that covers my body merely represents my mortality.
Humans are fragile.
We hate too easy, and love too hard.
I wish I could love someone.
I wish someone co...
I've spent countless nights crying in bed, wondering what I've done to deserve the hand I was dealt.
I've prayed— no, _pleaded_ —to a god I don't even believe in, hoping he would fix me.
He leaves my prayers unanswered, yet he punishes me for every mistake I've ever made.
Sometimes I wonder how one could still worship a god with such strict rules.
We're meant to worship him with no evidence he...
If only I were thinner.
Maybe i'd be able to step on a scale without the numbers making me nauseous.
If only I could fall in love.
Maybe I'd be able to find someone who will hold me the way I desperately need.
If only I wrote happy poetry.
Maybe people would like my writing more if it wasn't so depressing and deprecating.
If only I knew who I was.
Maybe I wouldn't be a chameleon changing to...
