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May 2018 Andrew Choo

stephanie burrows

Monster monster that lives inside of me.
Tell me the things I will never be.
Rip me up keep me prisoner.
Break my heart shatter my dreams.
Keep me in the darkness.
Leave me with scars.
Catch all my tears.
The monster is not under my bed.
The monster lives inside of me.

I wrote this because sometimes my anxiety disorder can feel like a monster that won't let you be.

Apr 2018 Andrew Choo

Untitled

Apr 2018 Andrew Choo

Ann Beaver

Untitled

If I could love
the limping
ugly
afraid
part of me
That I drag through the mud
and thorns

If I could let
the transparent
clawing
screaming
silhouette speak
Instead of kicking it
into the basement

If I could put
my deepest human essence
onto paper
for everyone to see

Then.
Then, I could be free.

Apr 2018 Andrew Choo

too late.

Apr 2018 Andrew Choo

stephanie burrows

too late.

Its too late to apologise when
The damage is done.

Some words said can never be taken
Back and sorry doesn't change it.

Some deep wounds will never heal not
Even in time.

Some thoughts will stay with you for
A lifetime.

This is poem I wrote is about how sometimes it can be too late to say sorry and saying sorry doesn't always make things better or make what you said hurt any less.

Apr 2018 Andrew Choo

scars

Apr 2018 Andrew Choo

stephanie burrows

scars

The cruel words still hurt.
The thoughts won't go away.
The scars won't heal anymore.
It maybe the past to you.
But the pain never dies.

I wrote this about a bully that I confronted and to them it was in the past but sometimes that pain never does leave you and leaves a mental scar behind