I knock once softly, just hello,
I hope it’s safe for me to go.
I smile quick, I sit so straight,
to see which me you’ll tolerate.
I tiptoe round, I don’t complain,
I follow rules, and hide the pain.
And If you frown, I fix my face,
all better now, I’m in my place.
I sit up straight and speak just right,
I try not to bother, try not to fight.
I follow the rules I’ve always known,
stay in the corners, stay alone.
I don’t need chairs, I don’t need food,
I don’t need comfort, rest, or mood.
The floor is fine, I like it here,
I’ll stay quite still, I’ll disappear.
Outside has locks and empty space,
inside has pain with a familiar face.
I’ll thank you lots, I’ll clean your floors,
I’ll stay real quiet behind these doors.
So hurt me quick or hurt me slow,
just please don’t tell me it’s time to go.
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 10:37 PM UTC
Sitting here quietly, up on the shelf,
A dusty old toy, sitting all by itself.
Showing a smile in hopes for some play,
But the prettier toys are up on display.
New toys get chosen, all bright and new.
The fault's all mine, not theirs, not you.
A toy that's just common, not special, not great.
The toy that's only ever second rate.
Good toys don't cry and don't ever complain,
Their stitched-on smiles shall never show pain.
They wait their turn, and that they understand,
That they don't deserve to be given a hand.
The toy shelf is full, so find your own place,
A dumb toy like me shouldn't be taking up space.
If I were gone, I know that it's true,
The shelf would be better off without me too.
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 2:39 PM UTC
Sorry for being a monster,
though I don’t look the type.
Too small to be frightening,
too wrong to feel right.
They say "you're still cute",
that’s all I will be.
not deep, or intense,
not worth staying to see.
I bare all my teeth,
they laugh and they'll joke.
I crack down the middle.
They tell me I’ll cope.
If I were ugly enough,
or pretty on cue,
maybe I’d matter
the way others do.
But I’m stuck in between
all edge, no weight.
A monster to mock,
then leave at the gate.
So, sorry for snarling.
For wanting to stay.
I’ll fold in my claws,
and stay out of the way.
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 1:04 PM UTC
The bridge is gone.
I think it is.
I watched it burn
Like it meant this.
The beams gave way,
One by one,
Like they were tired
Of holding on.
The planks are gone,
All burnt and weak.
Like how I hoped
Things’d turn out to be.
I stood there thinking
That hope was done,
The other side
Too far to run.
I didn’t hear
The splash at first,
The river pulling,
Cold and worse.
I was too busy
Feeling small,
Like missing things
Was all my fault.
But then I saw—
A little shape,
Climbing up
From down the lake.
A fox appeared,
Soaked through and thin,
Fur stuck tight
Against its skin.
It shook itself
And said Oh well.
Like falling in
Didn’t feel like hell.
Its tail went up,
A silly grin,
Like, Hey! I guess
I still can win.
And standing there,
I felt it too—
Maybe broken paths
Still lead you through.
Maybe losing one way across
Doesn’t mean
You’re truly lost.
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 4:28 PM UTC
I told myself
"Its better this way"
With the sounds of my footsteps
As I start walking away
I burned the bridge behind me,
Not with fire, but words-
Little thoughts that whispered
That "I'm making things worse"
I thought the water would be calmer
If the bridge was finally gone.
But now it’s just broken wood
Floating where we once walked on.
I wanted to cross it,
To meet you on the other side and say hi.
I even practiced smiling—
I just never practiced goodbye.
I got so scared
Of being too much,
So I burned the only path
That would've led to your touch.
Now the river knows my secret,
And the bridge knows it too:
I didn’t burn it because I hated you—
I burned it because
...
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 4:25 PM UTC
Me and my friend Benny have been friends for a while
He’d come over even when I was a child
He had always been quite wild
Really odd for any other lad in the town
But that’s alright, I don’t really mind
My friend Benny follows me around like a stray dog
Although we surely do argue a lot
Cause he fails to understand what’s right and what’s wrong
But still, we somehow get along
But why does my heart stop when I sense the smell of his cologne?
I swear, Benny is not so bad
He just likes to remind me of the things I might not like
He likes to sit on a chair beside my bed
And watch me as I have nightmares
But he wipes my tears
Then hits me hard so I wake up
My friend Benny doesn’t talk a lot
But he’d speak out his mind regardless of what cost
I can see him outside of my window at night
Refuses to leave even after he comes out
He likes to cause chaos, especially when I’m stable
He doesn’t like it when I feel better
My friend Benny looks quite strange
I’ve never seen a face on that blank head
Half of his slander body are just legs
His hands fall to the floor, he drags them behind as he walks
And I think, never completely sure, he might be over eight feet tall
I think, I think, and I think, he might not be human at all
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 5:14 PM UTC
"You are worthy of love”
is a phrase that I keep hearing.
No matter who I ask,
the words just keep on repeating.
The words are rearranged,
but the meaning never was;
it’s easier to say it
than admit a lost cause.
They say “love yourself first,”
an easy task for some,
as if I haven’t tried that—
and the results have yet to come.
They speak like it’s a choice,
like I just turned away,
not a war I’ve been fighting
every quiet day.
So when they say I’m worthy,
I hear what they won’t say:
some people aren’t unlovable—
thoughts I never learned to say.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 5:07 PM UTC
I’m cute and sweet, like a cupcake they say,
With a guaranteed smile I can serve everyday.
They laugh, they linger, they take a bite,
But then walk away at the end of the night.
They call me cute like that’s my role,
Am I sugary shell with no deeper soul?
My heart isnt icing, It bruises and breaks,
It crackles with every almost-love mistakes.
It makes my eyes roll,
It clenches my jaw,
Because I know this truth, which I don't think they saw-
I'm more than just sweet, I’m more than just “adorable”-
I want love too.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 12:22 PM UTC
Grey skies are okay
They don't expect me to shine
Don't need to go out my way
To tell people "I'm fine"
Everyone waits for the sun
But the grey skies understand
That some days, getting up
Is already more than I planned
The clouds don't ask me to "try harder"
Or tell me "this too shall pass"
Though they seem to get darker
As I let time crawl past
If nothing gets better,
If this is all I can do,
At least the sky won’t ask me
To be more than I’m able to.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 7:50 AM UTC
Grey skies are okay
They don't expect me to shine
Don't need to go out my way
To tell people "I'm fine"
Everyone waits for the sun
But the grey skies understand
That some days, getting up
Is already more than I planned
The clouds don't ask me to "try harder"
Or tell me "this too shall pass"
Though they seem to get darker
As I let time crawl past
If nothing gets better,
If this is all I can do,
At least the sky won’t ask me
To be more than I’m able to.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 5:39 AM UTC