What is life?
Seeing it all crumble
Right before my eyes...
Could it have been different? I wonder...
The cold judging looks,
The cruel laughters,
Pierce my heart,
And pound against my chest
Could it all be less criticizing?
And a lot less mundane?
The anxiety it triggers
Keeps causing me pain
The stares of disbelief,
The pitiful shake of head
Any more agonizing,
And I might choose not to tread
All they see is a polite and innocent girl,
No one sees the darker picture.
I lock the door, I can't anymore
This is the end of it all.
YOU ARE READING
Forlorn
שירים𝕯𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖑? In which... I post the poems I write. I have only recently started getting into writing poetry, it really helps me express my emotions. Constructive criticism is greatly ap...
