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Natasha Mar 2018
The top of my teeth are stuck to the bottom
don't move, don't blink
don't even think
for it might be too loud

stop looking at me
why do you stare?
I open my mouth to say something
but the words aren't there

I can feel the sweat fall
my body shrinks to a microscopic size
while everyone around me is so tall
I can't even look at you in the eyes

there is a weight on my chest
and it's getting hard to breathe
I just want to find rest
but instead I'm starting to heave
Natasha Mar 2018
You will always see her smiling
nothing is ever wrong
her true emotion is hiding
and she actually sings the saddest song

For everything is a struggle
a day's purpose is to find true meaning
but all that she's feeling is locked inside a shuttle
she can't find meaning if she's lost with out all true feeling

Every second, minute, and hour of the day
her lips curve to the edges of her cheeks
laughing, trying not to let the pain have it's way
she knows at any time tears will leave their streaks

every night there's crying
every day the girl is slowly dying
depression is rising
and yet, you will always see her smiling
Natasha Mar 2018
my brain and heart
are at war
all because
our relationship is falling apart

my heart aches for a you and me
more than friends
I  don't want any other fish
in the sea

you were the fish I wanted most
no one else,
my emotions are locked in a cell
because forever felt so close
  Mar 2018 Natasha
Cat Fiske
I can't look into,
those eyes,

eyes that I've learned will judge you,
eyes, that will make or break you,

no,
please no.

I can't look into those eyes,
*but I look you in the eyes,

and every memory,
or being laughed at is erased,

all I see is your beautiful face,
and maybe the laughing memories comeback,

because all I think is,
I wanna kiss you,

and how much,
your going to laugh at me,

if I did,
eye contact is a hard thing for me.
  Dec 2017 Natasha
Rebecca Sorenson
Remember,
when we were younger
and we were scared
of the monster in the closet?

We never asked questions about it
why it was there
why the closet, of all places?
we were too terrified

But as we grew older
some of us stopped being afraid
because we knew it couldn’t hurt us
why be scared of something that couldn’t hurt you?

But some of us didn’t
to some of us, the monster grew
and it would attack us
late at night

Some of us weren’t afraid
but later in life
we confronted the monster again
and all those years of work dwindled down the drain

However, as we all grew
we, at some point, accepted the monster
sometimes welcoming it as a friend,
someone to listen

And as the days went by
all of us growing older
and finding ourselves, one day at a time,
the monster disappeared

It was like a weight off our chest
we were sad it was gone, but happy all the same

We could finally leave the confines of this place
and breathe
and laugh
and smile

maybe we were the monsters in the closet after all
I decided to write this poem since both my friend and I are struggling with our sexuality. The monster symbolizes the burden of keeping it a secret. And at the end, when the monster disappears, it's because the person had finally came out of the closet. :)

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