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Thecatuwannabe
Thecatuwannabe
26/F/USA I’m new to sharing my poetry. I’m super self critical so I don’t post a lot but I try. Also please consider following me on TikTok @catclausen
I hate myself I hate the messy curls I hate my double chin I hate my arms I hate my bushy eyebrows. I hate my awkward demeanor I hate that I hate myself. But most of all- I hate that you never made me feel pretty.
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Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 12:00 AM UTC
I hate myself
It’s getting to that time of year; Where life dulls, Hearts tighten, And days just mull through. Because when the air becomes frigid And life passes in slow motion; Dread piles, Like the dead leaves on the ground. And when I feel that familiar unnerving tug Like a leaf that tries to hold on, As the chill of autumn approaches; I know that We’re closing in on another year Without you, Mom.
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Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 4:21 PM UTC
Dread piles
Leaves will still fall at autumn, And giving thanks around a table, Will proceed as normal. Merry tidings will still pass. And birthdays will come, As we all grow a little older. Life will proceed; I will keep on going, And I will try not to cry this year When the leaves begin falling.
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Oct 29, 2024
Oct 29, 2024 at 5:22 PM UTC
Leaves
When you died; Everything was different. How I moved, thought, And saw the world Changed forever. A switch went off in my brain that day and a fog machine turned on. And as I try to walk through daily I become disoriented, Stumbling through the best I can, As the machine continues on. But the fog is getting thicker; And It’s getting hard to breathe. I’m starting to get scared, That I’ll never make it through. But I’m even more afraid that Once the fog clears, There is nothing but dead air left.
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May 28, 2024
May 28, 2024 at 7:32 PM UTC
Fog
I’m jealous of you. You had more time, More opportunities, More time to be a kid, And more time with your mom. You won’t have to bury her When you’re 23 Or plan her funeral. You get to live life for yourself, uninterrupted; Without the burden of trying to hold together your family. Im happy you won’t experience this, For a long while. And while I don’t want to be, I’m still jealous.
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Feb 25, 2024
Feb 25, 2024 at 8:27 PM UTC
Jealous
I want to die But I can not right now It’s scary and forever But it is sounding so nice Right now It’s overwhelming and I feel frustration On a daily rotation I cry and complain You're always there for me I feel like I am emotionally Draining to you my dear I want to not feel this way But everything feels not ok Please take away this feeling Because I feel way too much It is like I am always overfilling Emotions always cloud my day I get stressed and I can not focus On really anything or anyone that matters I feel selfish and annoying and rude I can not help it and I am sorry I feel useless and I want out I want to not exist but also have a happy oh so happy life. Please fix me, please save me, I’m so scared without you.
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Mar 25, 2022
Mar 25, 2022 at 1:06 AM UTC
I want to die
It makes me sad that I can’t seem to find a way. The entrance even seems so far a way Each door a new beginning or an end to one. I can not help but feel like there’s not a single one A single one, worth the trek. Sometimes I just feel like a wreck.
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Jul 31, 2021
Jul 31, 2021 at 7:28 PM UTC
It makes me sad
You always trusted that adult With life figured out. As you got older You became that adult With nothing figured out
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Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 11:56 PM UTC
Adult thoughts
Time passes by And does not wait. Consistently though, Patiently you care Years ago When we met in math, All we could do was Smile and laugh Years to come We still share laughs Silliness and seriousness Forever we will last.
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Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 9:14 AM UTC
Time with you
The tides thrash violently With quick indecisiveness, Incoherently teetering with Abrasive candor. The storm cleaves through Swiftly and unremitting. Callous destruction Wavering into tranquility.     Calm and serene Still water under a tentative sun, Decidedly not blue. Fictitious placid waters, Hide a tumultuous storm brewing.
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Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC
Bubbling anger