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Caitlin Roberts Dec 2020
Pieces of paranoia
Placed properly,
in parts of my brain

We're all the same

Noises ,are noted as loud
Not , nothing or quiet ;
Like a race car
Driving on a highway

You can't act calm
Nor contently
Mostly on crack ,
You're crazy

It's an escape from events
And/or our ethnicity
To be or not to be just
Another soul

It's bonkers our minds ,
Blasts , such wild
Imagination beyond our
World

A plant so potent
Rich in poison
It breaks away
The pain

Masks the broken
And enhances the
Spoken

We're all the same.
Caitlin Roberts Sep 2020
Wake up ,
Go to school ,
Study ,
Repeat.

Heather has a party this weekend ,
"Did you get invited?"
-"What?"
"Oh nevermind"
Repeat.

Late nights
Thinking
Where did I go wrong?
Repeat.

Endless tears and
I don't cares,
But it hurts
Repeat.

The 'go to'
But never the
Broken
Repeat.

Carelessly ,
The last choice ,
That "friend"
Repeat.

Like a boy ?
He's to good for you,
Atleast
Repeat.

Good at a sport ?
I don't think so ,
Try again
Repeat.

Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
REPEAT.
Slam poetry.
Caitlin Roberts Aug 2020
I lie here fondly ,
Awake.
I'm trapped inside my head
I'm scared.

You take my escape ,
My heart is at stake
It's quiet.
My mistake.
I've lost my words.

You stepped out
And I was gone ,
It wasn't me
It was my fear and
Anxiety.

Consumed ...
Therefore ;
Gone.
#stuck #depression #anxiety
Caitlin Roberts Aug 2020
Elf Boy dressed in black
But never in blue ,
He caught my eyes ,
He was something new ;
He had Auburn hair and freckled skin ,
Always wore he's pendant.

I knew from the start ,
God had placed him in my heart
His mind is worth multi-crore;
It's gold.

The stars felt aligned
And truth be told
My heart is captured in this notion ;
Euphoria , fondness
It was immense ;

He felt the same
He understood me too
Also a poet ; loved his words
He gave me two
It is "me" and "you"
Caitlin Roberts Aug 2020
I stare at glass
as it stares back at me
tremendous thoughts
Could it be?
my face warps.
this person isnt me
this depiction is reality

I see fat but I seem small
living life is a chore
thighs, thick
Stomach, rolls
these tremendous thoughts
are fatality
that prescription pills become candy

I stare at glass
as it stares back at me
a hand reaches out
and says "follow me"
yes-sir-ree
I step over
and follow thee
this depiction is reality

I see light but it's dark
I lost myself ,
I am gone
these tremendous thoughts
have disappeared

one last breath
that is it.

— The End —