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I loved you stupidly
And you stuck like nothing else.


F.Z.**N
10W
 Jan 2018 Iris Madden
Pluto
stuck.
 Jan 2018 Iris Madden
Pluto
I don't think you get how difficult this is for me. Do you?

At home, I can never be alone, always around my family because they are convinced I am a danger to myself and they have to keep constant watch over me. It's more like I'm trapped. I do not feel cared for, or loved (even though they do) but it feels like a prison where privacy and solitude no longer exist.

On campus, I cannot be myself. This writer, poet, loner, silent girl who only speaks to people who seem decent or whom initiates a conversation because she is too scared to do it herself. This insecure girl who must now change to acquire friendship, company. She only wants to be liked, accepted, and to belong. **** on Wednesday, clubbing, flings, shisha. I do not understand why it takes so much to have a friend that would stay. I smoke, and that would be the limit, but my loneliness begs for so much more.

In public, I want to just shout out who I am and who I could really be. I want to walk up to strangers and spark up a conversation of similar interest. Ask how they're doing, or if their family is well. Let them know I could be their friend and allow them to cry on my shoulder about the trauma they've been through. But I cannot. No one smiles when I smile at them, they only walk faster and turn their heads away. Why is it that simple acts of kindness or just friendliness can be such a disgusting and rare thing?

When I'm alone, I can be myself. I can cry and shout and sing and write and dance and do stupid things. I can smoke and laugh and scribble and put on make-up and take selfies while no one's watching. I can be at my worst, and I can be my best when I'm alone. It's a blessing and a curse but it's solitude which I treasure so much.

It's funny how much I crave companionship; a friend, a partner, a love interest. Yet, I wish to be alone. Why is that?
another rant.
I just needed to get it out of my system, sorry.
(will be deleted upon request because this isn't an actual poem anyway)
one two three with fire
heavy with your memory
thick silhouettes peer
&
the sax next door sings
you, blown away by fusion
of my tongue to you
Stuck

In the soft mud, exasperated
Expecting escape but never fighting

From the forest came chaos,
But I don't venture there
For fear of

Self-discovery:
Some secret stolen from me --
Or was it given?

Loneliness:
The danger that I'm convinced
Is real.

Losing myself:
They'd never find me,
But could I?

So here I remain,
In the dull, comfortable mud
Assuring myself that I am

Stuck.
7/14/2013
 Jan 2018 Iris Madden
Chris
stuck
 Jan 2018 Iris Madden
Chris
Stuck inside the purgatory of the mind
Such an ugly barren place filled with the sins that covet my soul
Yet I cannot leave, I wish not to leave
For in those sins and in the ugliness I have found something
Something that I never had in the other side
Comfort, is what holds me to live in the sinful place

Bearing down the world to its thin
Showing all of its true sin
Song, you are so stuck
In my head, that I wish you
Were stuck in theirs, too.
I feel like a stranger
Stuck in another stranger's body.


-- Eleanor
10W
Shivering in warmth
Never a pleasant moment
Despite all reason
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