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Maddie Byers Jan 2019
Tick
Tick
Tick
The clock in my head
Wired to my heart
Controlling my emotions
My actions
Actions based on emotion
Emotion based on action
A terrible way to live
Break free. Let go
Let go of my heart
That you so tightly grasp
Let go
Yours, I am no more
The way you look
At her
So calm, collected
Did you always feel this way?
You dance with her
As you once did
With me.
My heart breaks
Crumbles
Tick
Tick
Tick
Maddie Byers Jan 2019
I cannot help but stop and look.
Down, Down, Down into the darkness of my mind.
Gently it goes - the ambitious, the determined, the neurotic.
I saw the existential disposition of my generation destroyed.
How i mourned the loneliness.
Now experiential is just the thing,
to get me wondering if the loneliness is empirical.
Credit to several poetry helper websites.
Maddie Byers Jan 2019
3 o'clock in the morning
My body yearns for an explanation
-Why can't you go to sleep-
Just go to sleep.

See its not that simple...My brain wanders at night, to the places it shouldn't.

At school
My brain yearns for an explanation
-Why can't you pay attention-
Just pay attention.

I wish I could. No matter how hard I try, my mind rejects the ideas.

Sitting with friends
They ask for an explanation
-Why are you so sad-
Why am I so sad?

Oh how i wish i knew. Better yet, i wish i knew just how to fix it.

On a date
My boyfriend asks for an explanation
-Why are you so quiet-
Why cant I find the words to explain.

How do you find the words to explain and unexplainable question.
Maddie Byers May 2017
Dyslexic...Me…
No...It cant be…
Even though I mix up B and D
Dyslexic...Me
Maybe so,
I love to read, and write, but oh
It makes me go insane,
Reading the same sentence
Over and over again
And math just makes me dizzy
Numbers swirl around
In my head
I can’t take it
My brain shuts down
I can read backwards
And upside down…
But it makes no sense
It never does
Because i might be Dyslexic
But nobody knows
I guess that's how life goes
And I’m ashamed to say
But I’ll have to accept it
One day
That I could be dyslexic
Can't someone tell
That it is so hard for me to spell
I want to know
If its true
If there is someone who
Could tell me the truth
“You just need to try”
“Pay attention more”
But it doesn't make sense
Whats if for
How's it spelled
What's the answers to 4x12
Dyslexic...me probably
But I'm just glad that I am me
Being dyslexic ***** but not knowing if you are or not is worse.
Maddie Byers Feb 2017
As I sat on the Lone Bench in the middle of the woods, I thought. I thought about all the decisions that I have ever made, and all the decisions soon to come.

As I sat on the Lone Bench in the middle of the woods, I looked. I looked at the birds that flew over head. I looked at the fish swimming in the rushing river.

As I sat on the Lone Bench in the middle of the woods, I realized that life was special and that I can't waste it away. I realized that I sat here, thinking, looking, and realizing, but what should be doing is creating.

As I sat on the Lone Bench in the middle of the woods, I created. I created this poem. I created something to Cherish forever

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