Anger
Flooding in
Feet curling up
Voices whispering
Giggling
Causing anger.
Pain
Stinging
Spreading slowly
The truth or maybe
Something that you think is the truth
But it isn't
Whispered words
True thoughts held
Self-consiousness
Pain.
Remembering the days where I liked school better
Than the fights at home.
Now not knowing
Which was better:
Fights or hidden truths.
Friends
Or those you think are friends
Lying
Why
Are they lying?
Am I overthinking?
Why can't I settle?
And on top of it all
My lies.
My false smiles.
I can't tell the truth.
I want to.
I need too.
But I am the arrow
That holds the broken heart together.
The band-aid that makes a child's
Owchie magically dissapear.
Even bandaids need to be ripped off.
When will I rip it off?
When will they rip it off me?
When will we be exposed to the truth?
Get it over with.
VOUS LISEZ
Maybe you should find another book...
AléatoireThis is just pretty much me ranting, fangirling, or talking about scarring stuff. Idk. There's some poems in there if you dig...oh and there might be one of those prizes you get in the cereal boxes.... Have fun~
