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Nuray Dec 2018
There are people
Who take the first step
Who move so easily
Creating their environment
Moving the world in a specific direction.

There are people
Who follow
Who live in the shadow of others' voices
Trying to be a part of something bigger
Than themselves.

There is me
Who doesn't fit
In both worlds
Neither I lead nor follow
I just look from the sideline
Trying to find my way.
Makenzie Marie Dec 2018
Can you feel it
Hanging in the spaces
Between our exchanges?

I hope you do,
I’m trying
To show you,  
I love you
Makenzie Marie Dec 2018
You ask me not to tell you
So I will show you.

Continually proving myself
It’s a test
I hope I pass it.

And every time I fail you
I hope that you don’t doubt the truth

I love you.
I am afraid that I am not enough.
Makenzie Marie Dec 2018
I love you
I love you
I love you.

Please believe me.
I won’t say it but I hope you see it.
JAC Nov 2018
I want you
to tell me
how you feel
but right now
I still only
want you to
tell me how
you feel when
you feel the
way I want
you to feel
and it's hard
but I'm trying.
I have express the truth
In written paper for all to read
A poem about my youth
Where I chose want instead of a need
When I was learning about love
Pain was what came to me
Mistakes were my companion
Failure was my given title
It was difficult to learn from my lesson
But I'll try as long as I'm able
To strive through all the hardships
That comes into my way
With problems that I bury deep
I still smile at the end of the day
So people won't see that I'm scared
So people won't see that I am weak
But the screams in my own head
Thoughts that are an ocean deep
Would always come and haunt me
Kick me down from where I stand
Who would care for me
A man who is always sick
I hope one day I will meet
A person who would stand by me
For I am sick of being me
All lonely, fragile and weak
My life of being sick, knowing I'm a troublesome and burden to everyone around but trying my best to be strong
V liv Nov 2018
Yearning
to be something i'm not
to be someone i'm not
Artistic
what does that mean
does it mean I can articulate my feelings  
beautifully
does it mean I can sing
or dance
or rhyme
or cry
or read
or breathe
or love
beautifully?
I don't think I can
how sad
that i'm not artistic
how sad
lovelywildflower Nov 2018
please don't leave me
i know i'm a mess
i know i'm a wreck
but i love you more than anything
and i'm trying my hardest
i'm really trying

Amaris Nov 2018
just keep trying
it's not enough
who cares if you're crying
this comes from love
Alaina Moore Nov 2018
TFW
That feeling when you catch yourself in a washroom mirror and think, "God you look terrible."
That feeling when your physical nails break at clawing your mind out of a creeping depression. Like shackles tied to the weight of your mistakes pulling you back to that place.
That feeling when you can't process what's fair and unfair. Where you went wrong and why you're not better to begin with.
That feeling when you're at a constant battle of worth, convincing yourself to exist. When old vices and bad memories hit you with a bone chilling gust.
That feeling when you can't fake it hard enough to hide the damage. Ripped to shreds, sewing them in whatever pattern to just get over it.
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