the sun was so high in the sky
the rays burned not just my skin
but my brain
scorched it into a false reality
nothing is real
and i cry sometimes
never an idealist
but last year is a blur
and my feelings overwhelm me
september
back to school
apple in hand and i
feel wrong. this isn't where i belong
the summer has changed me and i
don't feel anything anymore
the leaves fall off the trees
and i kick them as i walk
up the familiar street
alone with just my thoughts and that is
so scary but my heavy bag keeps me on the ground
the trance is gone
but my skin still carries the mark
of the unforgiving sun
even my memories fade now
and i can laugh about my tears
logic vs feelings: a distinct binary
nothing is ever that simple
but now my feelings can stay hidden
as i rise above them all
i am self aware
this sounds boastful and pretentious
but they do not know
how every day feels like torture
as every memory haunts me
lonely and alone don't have to be synonymous
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l i g h t n i n g s c a r s-poetry
Poetrya collection of poems i have written on varying themes such as sexuality, love, loss, inspiration, creativity, loneliness and anxiety. i promise this isn't as pretentious as it seems. analysis and thoughts are welcome. please psychoanalyse me strang...
