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  Sep 2018 Xaela San
Anya
The first and last time I ever
bragged was in fifth grade
We’d been on a unit related to the
Ancient Egyptians
I was the only one in our class to have
gotten a good score
On the reading comprehension
Our teacher even
Announced it to the whole class

I was ecstatic
So, I tapped the shoulder of the girl next to me
Whose face clearly showed that
her result wasn’t as joyous
and I told her
The glee practically bursting out of me

“I KNOW!” She screamed
Red faced
A cascade of tears water falling down
Her face

That stayed with me
Even now I ask myself,
Such a pointless thing
It’s only purpose
Being
To hurt
Such a useless thing
Why did I ever do it?

And that is why
I never brag
Even to this day
You can get so much information from simple things people do;
How they walk,
How they talk,
How they write,
How they react,
And their art....

WhaT d O yo u sEe wHen yOu l o o k aT m E?
Xaela San Sep 2018
I thought I've move on

But when you smile again

All those feelings, flows back

Hearing the tone of your laugh

Feeling the gentle of your touch

Like in the past my heart beats fast

Faster than the raging horses on a race

And suddenly I'm back to the day

When I first knew what love was

The first love you gave to me

A love never reached you

Until the end this love

Will always remain

Hidden away

From you.
The "feelings" kept coming back which makes me happy temporarily and then makes me realize that this love I'm "feeling" must always be kept hidden from him.

*Only through this poem will I be able to let go of this pilling up emotions out of me.

Thank you for reading!

**A secret love probably? :-(
Xaela San Sep 2018
Sad
I'm
  not
    mad

I'm
   just
     sad.
You two fight and argue through nonsense claims. Which sometimes result to physical fight without realizing the consequences of breaking this family apart.

I hope someday, somewhere beyond this figthing; I can see and feel the family we had before again.
Xaela San Sep 2018
I'm not "smart" like them.

I'm not "bright" as them.

I'm not "confident" like them.

I'm not "beautiful" as them.

I'm not "someone" like them.

Can you just accept that?

I don't like crying myself anymore

-Said myself in the mirror.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
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