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gith Jul 2015
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At first sight, she looks so perfectly happy.
At first sight, she looks amazingly acknowledged by people
because of her well-being.

But, at first sight you will never know she's an outcast.

You will never know that she can't stop thinking
about the life she wanted until it stops her from falling asleep.
You can never tell how many tears she hid from the sight of others.
You will never know how broken her soul as if it's a glass in shreds.

Think about it, did you ever see one of those smiles that reach her eyes?
Did you ever feel her warmth or just the
cold material that coated her whole self?
Will you ever know why she's an outcast?

She's an outcast because she's different.
She's an outcast because she has to
push herself in just to be accepted.

When she was still young,
everyone treated her as wrong.
Her existence seems to be unworthy
and very wrong in a way.
She was an unplanned thing, poor she, the outcast.

She's like a piece of a puzzle that can't fit anything.
She was never loved, not even a priority.

But she did everything to gain them!
She did everything for everyone she ever loved,
not caring if they will do the same.

But, she's tired now.

She's tired of being so not enough.
She's tired of seeing how happy
they could be without her.
She's tired of the fact that her existence is a fraud.

She's so tired.

So tired of thinking that they can treat her better.
She's tired of being alone but,
she's also tired of blending in with people.
When obviously,
She's an outcast; She will always be an outcast.

Once you see her, stare at her.
But remember:

You will never know she's an outcast
as much as you will never know
how many tears escaped her eyes while writing this.
gith Jul 2015
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Perhaps, i should start keeping it all to myself.
And hope that these feelings will not reflect in my eyes.
  Jun 2015 gith
Sylvia Plath
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
gith Jun 2015
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you put me together
but
all the parts of me
were stitched back
into the wrong places
that i had to tear myself apart
all over again
just so I could be okay
I still cant find all the pieces of me
#you
gith Jun 2015
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we lived in two separated worlds and they only collided for one night.
gith Jun 2015
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I am not quiet.

I have wrapped my voice carefully
in forgotten notebooks and scraps of paper
from busy places.

I leave these for the people
willing to listen.

My voice is everywhere.

It’s in everything I touch.

The roaring words in my head
slip down through my fingers
and leave a residue on surfaces
marred with careless touches.

but I can’t walk away
without  leaving pieces
of myself
behind
in the hopes someone will take comfort in my silent voice.

Do not tell me I’m quiet.

I hide my voice from those
who think I have nothing to say and give it freely to those who listen.

— The End —