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138 · Feb 2019
Why
Midnight Feb 2019
Why
I want to know why
Why she would ditch us
For them
In my head
I ask her why
Every time I see her

I used to miss her friendship
Until I realized
She was never my friend

We used to talk
And laugh
Then we stopped.

Her quirky humor
And sly smile
Used to make me smile
Now it makes me angry

Maybe I’ve changed
Maybe she has
My friend ditched me and didn't tell me why. This poem is for her
-Midnight
115 · Mar 2019
When I Look in the Mirror
Midnight Mar 2019
When I look in the mirror
I mentally pick out every fault that I have
Every flaw on my skin
Every hair out of place
Every place where I don’t look like a skinny supermodel

It’s safe to say
That I’m not
At home
In my skin

I walk around
Feeling large and ugly
Saying to myself
‘How could anyone love me?’

I compare myself
To everyone I meet
Thinking
that they
Must be
So confident
In their skin

But then I remember
This body I criticize
Helps me walk
Helps me run
Helps me sing

So I guess I’m content
With this body I have
Cause it takes me where I need to be
And helps bring me home
114 · Feb 2019
Bringing Us down
Midnight Feb 2019
Maybe they bring us down
Because they are insecure
Or maybe its just fun
To be angry
At something
Or someone

I guess it’s not their fault
The way they choose to live
And what they choose to hate
It’s the people before them
Who has taught them
To fear difference

Why is it
That the ones who don’t “fit in”
Are labeled as un-normal and strange
When really
We are the majority

In the end
I guess it just makes them feel better
To hate someone
Instead of
Admitting that they are afraid
Of difference
There's this girl at my school that everyone hates just because she is bi. Somebody made a really mean comment on her insta and I wonder why anyone would do that.
102 · Feb 2019
Purple
Midnight Feb 2019
At the moment, my favorite color
Is the color of peace
and despair
But it could change tomorrow
or the next day

Purple is the color of my darkest thoughts
so, purple is always present within me
That, for me, is comforting
Something that is always there
Even if
no one else is

Purple tastes like rain
on a spring night
It is the feeling you get
when you see someone you love
Even if you know
you can never be near them

Purple tastes like tears of joy
and tears of sorrow
At the same time

But what I like most about purple
is that it tastes like life
Like even if your world is crumbling
there will still be
A glimmer of hope
I like the color purple because it has two different sides to its personality; just like most people.
-Midnight

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