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We often don't see what's in front of us,
our lover's kindled heart

We're too careless and ignorant,
it's tearing love apart
He stares into space
And wonders aloud:

"Why does that clown
Follow me around?"

His teacher glares at him
A glare so fierce it burns
He wishes he'd stayed in bed
Her ugly face turns red

The boy screams again
The clown forever dead
10 years from now
I hope to see you glow
Bask in glory and happiness
Live life with no sorrow

Maybe you've forgotten
The conversations we've had
But if you still remember me
I'll forgive you for that
I wasn’t weak.
I let my pride slide and apologised.
This is the happiest I’ve been all week.
I may shiver when I see a slug
on the road;
I may shrink when it’s my turn
to order some food;
my heart may drop when a
drunk comes near;
my feet quicken and my eyes
widen when I walk through
the dark;
I may stutter when I
deliver my presentation to
bored students;
I may be silent during
recess while surrounded
by friends, lest I want
awkward conversation;

but I fear nothing.
That is my lie,
yet it is true,
for I should know
that these are things
I can overcome,
and continue my day.
21:38 15.02.18
I’m lost

And need help
I don’t know what for


By myself
You enter
By the door


So confused
Can’t take this anymore


So profuse
My heart
Beats and soar


In an ocean
Wrecking our floor


You hold me
Your embrace
Brace yourself


In time nonlinear
A spectrum unclear

I’m lost

So it’s okay
For I’ll see you
Another day
My heart’s a mess
and my mind’s the same.
But moving onto another day
Knowing I can’t have you
Brings me such dismay.
I’m not adequate, it’s such a shame
That you seem so perfect
In every way.

I need to shatter
this rosy image.
You know what?

I **** at math, I **** at breathing
In my head, everyone's screaming
I can't stop the pain when I walk
Can't stop the fear when I talk

I regret I even exist
I'm sorry for being like this
But I'm afraid and I'm scared
No surprise
no one cares.
Outside, she smiled and laughed.
Nothing’s wrong, her mask is strong.

Inside, a shadow roamed her mind,
Making her question her own kind.

Everyday she weeps.
But she’s too afraid to speak.
From February 5th 2016.
Summer turns to Autumn
As Sleep abates my Days
In my Bed I shall rest
But rest I never may

I hear the Birds chirp
I see the Sun shine
If only I was deaf
If only I was blind

I could sleep
and not whine

— The End —