My heart pumps so rapidly for so many people. But yet when they embrace me and my head lay against their chest, I hear no beat in theirs. I feel as if my world is slowly collapsing constantly, but very slowly. But when a simple and usually timid and minuscule problem comes my way, it feel as if the collapsing resumes in real time and the planet that is my mind is struck by a flaming meteor of sadness and anger. Mostly anger. By now, all I feel like doing is shutting out everything and slowly but yet rapidly rotting in my bed. As if a relative had died, or catastrophe has struck, no. I just feel so different. As if my brain isn't as fast processing or quick on impulse. I feel... alone, and empty. But yet my heart keeps beating for the ones who feel I am less than them. When will I stop scraping myself with the blunt knife of ignorance? It cries in pain, but the skin doesn't split. Not for long at least.
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flecks of charisma
Poetry(old bad poetry don't read pls ahhh) flecks of charisma is a quintessential guide to not knowing how you're feeling, not knowing how to deal with it, but knowing how to adjust your life around it. some days are tough and some days can elongate into...
