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Saige Aug 2019
You can always tell when I've been crying,
No matter how hard I try and hide it,
My eyes almost always give me away.
Saige Aug 2019
She sits in class,
Her hair full of dry shampoo,
The dark circles under her eyes
seeping through her concealer.
Every class goes by slower than the one before
and its getting harder to pay attention.
She didn't sleep last night
but at least her math homework is done.
She doesn't remember the last time she ate,
But by now she doesn't really feel it.
Her phone sits full of unread texts,
invitations to things she wished she had time for.
But she doesn't have time for anything anymore.
Sleeping was supposed to be her escape,
but by the time 2am rolls around
she's still wide awake.
Saige Aug 2019
Why is that always the question?
I'll never understand why people see it like that,
Why would it matter whats inside the cup?
I guess everyone is supposed to judge whats on the inside,
instead of out,
Or at least thats what everyone says to do,
But I see it differently,
So when people ask me "is the cup half empty, or half full?"
Isn't it just a cup?
Saige Aug 2019
If ever a word I would be labeled with,
Untitled would be perfect.
Feeling ever so entitled to my uninspired opinions
Can my name be considered my title
when all its ever been used for is to call out,
is that what a title is?
Have I been mistitled all my years,
or does the title not define the person?
People define you by your title either way,
judging a book by its cover,
judging a person by their title,
judging a poem by the author.
Saige Aug 2019
I want to be a good writer,
I'v practiced time and time again, but the thing is
writing isn't like math or science
you can't just copy solutions to the same problems
over again,
it has to be original.
Something never seen before, something that makes
the crowd hold their breath,
something that makes you think
maybe theres more.
Putting feelings into words
to try and make a difference in at least someones life
but constantly doubting that anyone will care,
Always trying to help someone else
because you cant help yourself
and hoping that someone will help you
but knowing no one can,
trying your hardest to love others
when you can't even love yourself,
constantly thinking what others think
because your own opinion doesn't matter to you
but hope one day it will matter to someone else,
trying to prove you're strong
when all you think of yourself is weak and sad
and all those other names people put in your head,
you put in your head,
writing is not about proving people wrong,
its about proving yourself wrong.
Saige Aug 2019
I've always held my pencil weird.
I once had a first grade teacher try and
"correct it" for me.
Thats when I knew I didn't like the way
I held my pencil anymore.
That was an example of how when
someone is trying to
fix something,
It can make you hate that thing.
When I was little, I really liked food.
Every woman that I grew up around talked about
calories and dieting,
flat stomachs and thigh gaps.
So when I was a teenager
I tried to correct myself.
Thats when I knew I didn't like food anymore.
That was yet another example of how when
everyone is trying so hard to
fix something,
It can really make you hate that thing.
I still hate how I hold a pencil and
I think about it every time
I sit down for a meal.
Fixing something isn't always a good thing...

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