Battling with anxiety right now. Here's something I created to keep busy.
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She is the middle child
But not the forgotten one
Forever stained, ingrained, inside their hearts
She tastes, sees, feels
Yet uncomfortable in her own skin
She is sex-craved,
For big hands or red nail polish
And doesn't know where to begin
She doesn't want a man
Because that makes her vulnerable.
To the memories
Of her father
Left alone, distracted, she obviously bored Him quickly
But a man is what she wants
Now she does not want a woman, for the goddess Hera is throwing responsibility to the air
Too high of a risk for homicide
But a woman is what she will not have
Just because half her childhood is missing
Doesn't mean Daddy will get on his knee
And propose
It's wrong
She does not need a man
But she needs someone
This is her bi-curiosity
Of exposing (maybe) who she is
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Phobia: Edge Me
PoetryA collection of poems to pass the time. All poems are written by me.
