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el Oct 2020
are you
going to
apologise
for yelling at me
for  no given reason
or
am i just
to suppress the
tears and
are we to
act as if nothing happened?
am i supposed to be
okay?
(C) Elissar Mustapha
31.10.2020
Nikita Mar 2020
Born with the legs of a baby deer
I sprung to my feet,
Running not from a wolf, not from a bear,
But from a young women
Who raised children with fear

I dived into the room
The one with purple walls,
closed curtains and a box full of dolls

Swallowed by the dark
I was an appetiser
For the shadows yet to come

Looming over the bed frame
Her voice distorted
Her body stretched

In a second, she switched from
A mother to a monster
One with miserable, red eyes
I am recollecting memories of my childhood. This is my series; my story.
Isabella Mar 2020
So much frustration.
So much anger.
Voices shouting.
Seems like a stranger.

I have to listen.
Though it pains me to stay.
The conflict thickens.
But I can't look away.

Did they say my name?
Are they talking about me?
The yells get louder.
Finally I have to leave.
m Mar 2020
Purple radiant heat
Reverberations of
Exclamations
Horrific holograms
Reality has received;

Testing teapots and
Tourmaline jewelry
Shattered on the wood floors
Fluorescent firecrackers
For days upon hours;

The nape of the neck
Where yours should be
Sheds blood
Pulsating the prophetic
Paralyzing truths;

Home is a verb, the
Truly inspirational
Deception of defeat
And the drip drip drip
Of disillusioned ichor
Artem Mars Feb 2020
To all the kids with hell inside their head,
This one is for you
I know what you are feeling right now,
The worst place for anxiety is the doctor's office,
Right?
You are scared they will weigh you
They might see the result of the empty
Paranoia tells you they will judge you for your number on the scale
Depression says you won’t have to do it again,
It says you’ll be gone by next year
You know the doctor might look at your wrists
And if they do…
You will get help
You can have someone be paid to care about you
Having hell inside your head hurts
No matter what they say it doesn't shut up
You can yell
But not over the noise
You can fly
But not over the memories
You can die
But then you come back into the real world
This is one of my less dark poems, just putting that out there
Sabrina May 2019
Stop the yelling
Stop the swearing
I can feel my tear ducts burning
We live in a house
Food and care
Driven everywhere
But how come I live in constant fear
Of the raising of voices
Up in here?
Stop the yelling
Stop the swearing
Can't we all just get along?
I can feel my sanity dropping
Maybe when I move out
My sanity won't be in a drought
whats the name of the phobia for the fear of loud noises/yelling
also everything is ok i just get upset over simple callouts even if it's positive
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