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Summer Lee Dec 2014
TMI
I wish you would get deported .
I curse the east European country that produced such a fine specimen of god like features
Coupled with a Zeus complex .
And all the series of unfortunate events that lead you too my small town eyes .
My guts haven't unraveled for days and I have forgotten what eating for enjoyment is as it all turns to ashes in my mouth .
Grief is a my white knuckled steering wheel , uncontrolled sobbing in traffic .
It is "our" dog barking at me to remember to breathe .
It is my mothers kisses on my hands because I cannot turn my head to meet her blue eyes cause they are the same color of yours .
For every cigarette I light I hope you light two
Because I'm drinking this poison but trying to **** you.
rook Oct 2014
i don't like being looked at
when people pay attention to me, i feel               sick
i act like someone else in a group
--- though they wouldn't know it, since that someone else is
invisible

i have never felt comfortable in the spotlight
the center of attention needs to stay far away
from me                                                                                                
the thing is, my point is ---
i don't like being seen at all, whether or not it is as a
girl

but somehow, i'm doing this because i want people to...
what, exactly?
notice me? look at me? pay attention to me?
yes, this is logical.
                                as logical as believing in that which we can't prove.

but what would i know?
i'm just a kid.
i'm just doing this to be my own special snowflake, even though all i've ever wanted was to be

nothing.
this is a ****** poem full of ****** feelings about ****** people
I can write lists of things to do.. but I won't do them.
Raging thoughts.
Wayward feelings
and THE RUSH OF SOMETHING I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE NAME OF.
Welcome to this world, I didn't know what the HELL I was getting myself into.
Thinking about what other people think way too much.. and then trying not to.
it doesn't work and I try not to.
BUT I STILL DO.
Why are my thoughts this way? I have no IDEA. Am I still figuring everything out? Yeah.

Am I gonna make it out.. as of now, I'm still surviving.

— The End —