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Esme Calder Sep 10
For a girl to be sensitive, is a girl to be noticed
To be held back out of class to not disturb the others
A girl to be sensitive, under the tables in early grades
Crying and screaming for a sister who raised her
To be avoided from the teachers, to be avoided like the plague
To be avoided by the people, and friends that left when it took so long to make
A girl to be sensitive is one who is made to cry
To not know what it's like to be free, what it's like to fly
A girl to be sensitive has the fate of being broken
for she doesn't understand boundaries and times right to be spoken
A girl who was locked out of her mother's room
Face pressed to the crack only to ask for permission and for food
To see her mother's face only in the morning before dusk
when the babysitter came to take her place
And to see her mother's face in the drive to the gym
the place to be set again behind a wall, dividing them again
A girl who is sensitive, learns through many mistakes
but not known for learning, her stuff taken away
She'll never learn, it's not in her nature
but it's her social life that was shaped by crying and hurting
and for her to be called dramatic and immature
A girl to be sensitive is one of trial and error
To not tell a teacher when one is trying to be fairer
To not tell somebody when one is afraid of the big wide world
and to not tell somebody when her smile begins to fail
And when she awakens and realizes that what she does is a mistake
She wonders what it'll take to fly, fly far away
A girl to be sensitive is for her tears to be silenced
and told to stop being a baby, and to just be quiet
A girl who learns to forget because it hurts more to remember
and a girl to be known for someone who is never
not lying, not trying, and not being enough
always smiling not knowing that it was just strong to get through the tough
times that she believes isn't
She learns that a chance she doesn't take is to miss it
A girl to be sensitive is a girl to be unheard
because it becomes unimportant when it's her words her tears slur
To be noticed by only by her work, her assignments
always trying to be better, always trying not to not fail it
But even then this path is a blind one,
and told that she needs to work on it, she needs to get it done
A girl to be sensitive is one who is burned
one left behind in bathrooms until one's cries are quiet
or worse in a closet without light and a blanket by the wall
to shut up, to go to sleep to pass the time without a clock
A girl to be sensitive is one to be unwanted
And everyone wants to be wanted and desired
to be missed and to be held
but she learns that that's too desperate and she can't risk the love
so push them away, and lock those feelings in her own closet in her own mind,
herself shunned just like in real life
A girl to be sensitive is one doomed to be alone
to be in a grave in a forest, one marked by a stone
One dug by her fingers until her fingers become ****** and stiff
And for her to lie exhausted, to lie there
unmissed.
xia Jul 24
Life is a placebo.
Endless obstacles,
difficulties to overcome.
Eyes set on goals
we'd thought we'd achieve
even if it drained us
of all but an inkling
of hope.
Lies on parchment
the truth of life,
and I am but a quotation,
repeating words of false hope
so others can believe
we don't all die
wishing to amend
even one
mistake.
what's real?
Ā© xia 2025
Maria Jul 7
I thought it would turn out.
I thought the time acted in tune with me.
I thought I was strong.
I thought it would be like a movie.

I know it was my mistake.
I thought it all seemed to me.
I can't believe still
That the fate can so bully me
Sometimes we have very difficult circumstances from which it is impossible to get out of without losses.
Thank you for reading it šŸ™
i stood before the mirror,
pale as a powdered lie,
with strands the colour of fallen empires
and dignity rubbed dry.

the bleach had no mercy,
the dye had no aim —
i emerged from the wreckage
with only myself to blame.

my scalp, a battlefield,
my pride, a powdered wig.
i whispered threats to heaven
with a plastic comb so big.

the townsfolk fled in silence,
the moon refused to rise,
and even my reflection
looked away from my disguise.

somewhere between brass and madness,
i found a kind of grace —
the lord of bad decisions,
with toner on my face.

so let the ships keep sinking,
let the storm winds howl and hiss —
i’m lord cutler beckett, darling,
and i was born for this.
this one is about the girl who dyed too close to the sun - and other bad decisions.
July 5, 2025
Zack Ripley Jun 14
If what they say is true,
that there's always room for improvement, maybe the opposite is true as well.
Maybe there's room for failure too.
Don't misunderstand.
I'm not suggesting you don't try.
But life is a process.
And failure, mistakes,
they're as much a part as progress.
So, while it may never seem like an option,
I hope you come to find it's OK to fail.
Bri Jun 10
She isolated me
Left me completely alone
With no one to help me,
Through the tough years

I gave and I gave
With nothing in return.
She made me abandon the ones I loved
I hurt them for her
I left them out,
Feeling proud,
As I watched them walk away

I never saw it then,
The toxicity
Seeping into my every thought
I called it loyalty,
Poor innocent me

She never gave me all her attention
I sought it out, craving it.
Honestly,
My stupidest mistake
Artis Jun 3
If time heals
Why do i hurt myself
Trying to prove to you
I'm no...

MISTAKE.
I have never loved someone
on accident
but sometimes it feels like
people love me
on accident
reydmh May 19
Trotoar yang basah
karena es yang mencair,
Ungkapan penyesalan
beserta cacian terlontarkan.
Seseorang memilih hidup di masa lalu,
Seseorang yang ingin merubah semuanya,
Seseorang yang ingin mencari tujuan,
Kita semua punya dosa masing-masing bukan
"Kami tertawa kami sepakat
ini semua baru permulaan."

Beberapa pria sulit menceritakan hal buruk
yang terjadi pada dirinya,
Beberapa dari kita terjebak dalam rutinitas
yang tidak pernah kita sukai,
Pola yang berulang setiap pekan.
21 yang menyebalkan, namun penuh pelajaran
Kami melempar dadu yang sama berkali-kali dan menebak angka yang salah,
Kami anggap ini skakmat kehidupan
Menunggu dimakan atau membalas menyerang.

2025
reydmh
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