I feel like I’m stuck on a train car,
Dangling over the edge of a cliff.
At this very moment, I am not falling.
I am simply waiting in anticipation, my stomach prepared for the drop at all times.
I can’t see the bottom of the valley,
And the train car is rocking.
Back and forth, back and forth
Ever so slightly moving forward, closer to its demise.
Until one day, I’ll fall.
And there no way I can survive.
I sit here on the floor of my bedroom,
And I fantasize about what the future holds.
Maybe I’ll get to see my friends again
Or go to after school clubs
Maybe I’ll grow more confident
And dress how I truly want
Maybe I’ll tell the world
The reality of who I am
Maybe I’ll be myself more often
But I’m scared they won’t understand...
Hi, it’s been a while :)
Looking for something, anything
To make her feel something.
Every day feels the same,
There’s no variety,
She’s just living for the day she will finally feel alive again.
Or maybe just living for the day that she won’t live anymore.
Either way, she lives.
She lives for her family,
She lives for her friends,
She lives so that others will too.
I really hope she lives.
This means nothing to her anymore,
This waking up,
It’s all just an instinct for her
It no longer feels like each day is new.
It no longer feels like she can live her life to the fullest.
It no longer feels like she can really be truly happy.
It feels like nothingness
There is nothing for her here
She no longer cries
For it does nothing but make her feel worse
She feels less anxious because what’s the point in thinking about things
Nothing is real if you think about it
Your brain is just playing a realistic game
A game of survival
A game of love and loss
The game of life is tough because nobody ever wins.
They’re so different from the others
What’s the difference?
Gender is a social construct,
What’s the difference between girls and boys?
Why does there need to be such a means of separation?
Why can’t we all just be human?
They want to be normal
They don’t know where they belong
With the boys?
With the girls?
But, really, they feel best
When they’re with those who are neither.
Not a boy nor a girl,
Just a person
They want to be seen as just a person
Not a girl, a human being.
Because really, what’s the difference?
A poem written in the third person about myself. I recently identified as agender and sometimes I prefer they/them pronouns, and other times I prefer she/her. Sorry I haven’t been on for a while! <3
Stalking in the shadows.
Whispering false truths.
Flaunting their dignified beauty,
Socialites against a wallflower backdrop.
They scratch without leaving a mark,
And stab you in the back without breaking the skin.
Admired, but nobody really knows them
They’re heroic villains.
Humanoid looking, but they’re really ghosts.
Really, creatures of the dark and the bad can still shine in the light if they’re mean enough.
Was told to use the word “glamour” in a piece and this is what came of it :)
I love you
Doesn't mean I love you
It means your eyes
Are deep enough
For me to dive in
And trust the waters
To keep my secrets
It means your lips
Are never harsh upon me
And they make me happy
Every single time they open
It means your hands
Are with you always
Except when I call them
To hug me and leave traces on me
It means your ears
Never get tired of
What my lips convey
And never will , they respond
It means your heart
Has touched my heart
And they'll never get apart
Like they are in a hug for eternity
It means you are special
It means you are mine
So I can be possessive
And you'll say nothing
I can be jealous too
And you'll never see
My hand leave yours
Or our hearts leave the hug
You are mine
And you will remain mine