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Madison Oct 2018
I love to write poetry
But I’m afraid
I’m afraid of what they’ll think
I’m afraid they’ll think my poetry will **** because of my age
But I’m most afraid of people I know reading my poems
Because then they might see through my walls
Into my broken
Shattered
Messed-up
Crazy life
I don’t want anyone to worry about me
Or to try and protect me
Or fight my battles
Because that’s what I’m supposed to do for them
I’m suppose to worry about others
And shove my problems away
I’m supposed to protect others
And never worry about my pain
I’m supposed to help win their wars
Because I’m already losing my own
If I loose to myself, promise me this, you won’t mourn a day and you move onto someone else.
~Neon Gravestones-Trench-Twenty One Pilots
Zeeshan Riyad Oct 2018
In a perfect world,
You wouldn't have been afraid

In a perfect world,
We wouldn't have had to hide

In a perfect world,
We would've been together

But this...
             This is hell.
np Oct 2018
maybe it’s just me.
maybe, it’s just my way of finding an out,
an out because

I’m afraid.

afraid that my delicate heart,
that’s being held in his

big
soft
hands

is going to break.

break beyond repair.
and then,
I will have no one
and
I will have nothing.
except
for the broken pieces of me
that were once so alive
for him
I always manage to convince myself out of having feelings for someone, no matter the severity of those feelings. I don't know why I do it, sometimes my heart has a mind of its own
Acina Joy Oct 2018
The tides are harrowing as he talks, spilling from his lips the thunder of the heavens. We do not worry for what he says, or for how his eyes are hooded by the brooding clouds, how his fingers start to claw at the faint threads that bind by thighs, or his tongue that peeks out to wet his cracked lips. No, I say, we do not worry about him.  Because we are afraid of how we might be once the storm pulls us over.  We are the sailors afraid of his bout of rain.
to suffer is to learn
ryn Oct 2018
I wasn’t so afraid
of shadows that stalk.

Wish I wasn’t so afraid
of demons that talk.
K Wolff Oct 2018
I'm afraid
To say i miss you,
To say that i care.
To say that i love you,
To say i'll be there.

I'm afraid
Of those who stand
In our way, every day

I'm afraid
I can't give you
The love that you pursue

I'm afraid
They'll destroy me
And through me, destroy you.
Something i wrote thinking about the complicated relationship i have. **** you, WDK.
Josh G Oct 2018
We are often seeking recognition
Some, more than others, crave it
Like an addict itching for their next dose

We do everything to achieve that feeling
Rewiring our individuality to follow social norms
All for the slightest boost of self esteem

But this addiction of ours is a curse
Its veil hides you from your real self
Locking it up in a cage for none to see

But you know it's there hiding in the dark
You're too afraid to bring it to light
For your fear of  loneliness keeps it silenced
Amy Duckworth Sep 2018
We hesitate because
We are afraid
Take the leap
Count to three if you need to
But it helps you to leap
Then not leap at all
misha Sep 2018
you want
to keep
us a hush
because
you don't
want anyone
to know that
you're with me

you make it
pretty clear
when you
cunningly
follow me
like a shadow
so much alive
but not noticed

you're careful
when you're
with me
in case i might
blow up
but i don't
let my feelings
out because
i know
i will
lose you
if i did

i'm frightened
without you
because in
some wicked
way you make
me feel loved,
in some sick
way i feel happy,
in a sinners way
you make me
feel alive

the truth is
that i'm an
object to
you,
i'm just someone
who you can come
to and look for my
attention

and i'm
always dumb
enough to
give it
to you
i'm so dumb
to want you
i'm so dumb
to accept you
i'm so dumb
that i can't
let you go

you say
we're just
lovers
passing our
time,
i wish i
could call
you mine

you won't
make the
first move
then
i'd have
to prove
what you
really mean
to me

still, i know
you'll leave
me alone
and how
can i be
a lover
without
your love?
misha Sep 2018
they say
to be
the best
you
that you
can be
and that
every
single day
is a new
beginning

but what
they don't
know is
that i've
ran out
of re-spawns
i ran out
of lives,
i'm on
my last
one
and no matter
what day,
what hour,
or what minute
i will
always
be the same
me.
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