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Feb 2016
I wake up every morning with fear and desire to be seen as one of a kind not one with a different mentality.
I go to sleep every night and dream of a world where nobody cares if you are being yourself.
The things I know that I do that remove others ease
and all my fantasies that won't ever work out.
They have me looking down on my heart and see it is broken for good.
The years before always looked better .
Nothing fixes me except pills, outdoor walks, and smiles with eye contact.
Everyone I get to know looks away eventually.
My poor skills cause these relationships to break in half.
Whoever gets the better half is the normal one.
Its hard when you keep losing friends.
Luna Casablanca
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Luna Casablanca
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