Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2019
N ettles stinging beneath (what is it? muscle, tissue..?) my skin
E volving dread, alarming doom in my stomach
Unlearning my own essence
R eeling
O verthinking
P unished by my shadowy jailor
R eeling
O ddball?
G uarded
R obbed of potential
E very section of society
S nake-like recoils... or else
S houlder-shrugs. They can't bat false eyelids!
I nvisible terror I suffer's no contest for instagram followers,
O  God, O please mama, let them, not me, drown...
N ose-dive, hair weaves deep in Skinny Chai Lattes!
Written by
atzzy19
  169
   Fawn
Please log in to view and add comments on poems