I’m jealous of the way they have your attention I’m jealous of the way they smile with you I’m jealous of the way they laugh I’m jealous of the happiness you give them I’m jealous of they way people make you a person I’m not jealous of someone I’m jealous of something Something they have Happiness
I can feel it choking me The plea for silence The pain forced into my head The the firey grip in my chest A hand over my mouth The constant swatting at my eyes They go everywhere The tears soak through my shirt They run down my cheeks I tilt my head They create a new route to smother me But what ever happens Those quiet fears I am allowed to cry But only silent tears
I feel like a blank canvas And everytime I think of something to paint I second guess it Till I no longer like it I feel empty But everything that could make me feel whole I shut out I feel broken But I can’t fix it So I’ll just stare into the darkness Hands over my mouth Because no one is allowed to hear me cry
Dark curly hair, swirling brown eyes, flawless face, perfect features. It was beautiful. But like all beautiful creatures it was caged and tormented. Tested and abused. Till finally it was internally broken and scared. Now it’s considered normal.
Interpret as you will, feedback is greatly appreciated as I’m only just starting to write