The first part is about someone who is always listening, and feeling like you're being ignored and tossed to the side because people are talking about you when they know that you can hear them, the middle part is about getting hurt from always listening, and the last part is about how often times kind people get hurt more often than cruel people.

This poem is about a type of BFFB disorder known as Skin Picking Disorder. I feel rather uncomfortable talking about this topic other than what it's about, so I would appreciate it if you don't ask questions about my struggles with it personally.

This is a poem I wrote about justice as a person. I think that's all I'm going to say.. I'd like others to try and interpret the poem this time :)

It's been a while since I've posted, but I just haven't had much inspiration lately. I finally got inspiration but not in the way I wanted... My grandmother fell at the movie theater yesterday and broke her arm, she was rushed to the hospital had her surgery today. We rushed to see her, and as much I wanted to, as much as I tried, I wouldn't cry. I felt guilty as I saw my mom sobbing uncontrollably, meanwhile I had such an unemotional face. I' autistic and it's like my body doesn't show my emotions, I cry for myself, like when I get yelled at, or am stressed. But, when it comes to death, injuries, even when I myself am injured I just can't cry. And when it's another person, it just hurts so much, because I want to cry, I want to sob, I want to show my pain, but my body won't do that. It's like having a constant mask on my face but one that I don't put on, the real mask is the one that shows the emotions because I hardly ever show lots of emotions on my face. Writing like this has helped, I think I've even found some more inspiration :) to whoever has read the entirety of this, thanks for reading I hope you have a wonderful day or night!