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Elliot Mar 20
I am an alien to my own species,
Not the green bug eyed creature, I blend in.
One foot out of line suddenly all the eyes of the world are on you, the squinting looks that pierce your soul.
One foot too far and now you're no longer human, you're a show animal to be judged.
One foot too far and you trip, tumbling down the never ending white staircase leading to the pits of hell and beyond,
Now you're trying to climb up to the white gateway, but one foot out you slip and fall again
Elliot Mar 20
The light flickers in the night sky
Chains tighten around my heart, tugging as it tries to escape the black hole that consumes me
Fire burns in my eyes as they’re being set ablaze by the sight they can’t yet see
Heat rises to my cheeks like an active volcano erupting from being idol for too long
I am a dying star waiting to burst into shards of colour that can pierce your soul
I am a nebula bound to catch your eye, you are light years away, I am out of your reach inside the glass doors that hold me captive
Hiding away in the small room where one keeps their clothes, the colours of the stars leak through the cracks underneath the doors trying to reach you
Elliot Mar 20
Pounding, the parade of drums that pound in my chest.
Shrinking, both my lungs and my body that deflate.
Pouring, sweat pouring out of each pour in my skin, dripping down into a puddle of tears.
My ears feel as if they're waiting to pop, my mind departs from my body as it ascends to the atmosphere above.
Lost, I feel lost as my reflection stares back at me.
The name I was given feels foreign on my tongue as I repeat it over and over hoping it will come back.
As my name crawls away like a scared child I lose recognition of who I was.

Who am I
What am I

As I continue to stare into my soulless eyes, my name is there in the back of my head.
This name is not the one that crawled away from me, but it's a name I'm crawling too.
My hunched over figure perks up like a flower after a downpour
I hold my hand and grasp onto the name that found me.

I know who I am
I know what I am
Elliot Mar 20
Soft sand under my feet soon turns to aching rocks as you keep walking forward
A trail of footprints left behind from every moment you keep walking
The rocks in my feet are harder to ignore when they’re staring right at me
I can’t stop walking or the world will stop spinning
But the rocks grow and my feet bleed
I bleed, and bleed until I bleed no more
Seeping into the rocks which then turn into sand
I’m now a part of the earth that kills me, apart of the nature that should nurture me
Elliot Mar 20
No longer will I hide in the dark cracks of the world we live in
The shadows that lurk beneath my skull will be ****** out like the marrow in our bones.
No longer will I cry as the screams of life ring in my ears,
Now the ring is the sound of the bells in the night.
It’s as if the world was flipped, turned inside out like my guts.
Guts are something you need, you need to have guts to keep living.
Life comes with knives that are constantly thrown at you,
Shield yourself from the shadows and you can be the light to lead your own path
Do not live to die, live to live

— The End —