Whitney: Poems

Caged

Whitney Apr 2014

Caged

In a cage I sit
In a cage I scream.

Rattling the bars; a girl can only dream
My arms can reach out
but it is only a matter of time when my arms will no longer function.

In a cage I sit
In a cage I scream

Burning my face; with the acidic stream flowing down my cheeks.
I yell and I holler.
but it is no use.
No one can hear me or see me.

In a cage I sit
In a cage I scream.

Lying on the bottom of the cage, gone;
a girl can only dream.

The Actress

Whitney Feb 2014

The Actress

Numb.
That’s what I am.
All the sadness has now glazed over my eyes.
Seeing everything in a blur.
But seeing nothing at all.

Tired.
That’s what I am.
Fighting the light of the day to come.
Wishing every night.
That it would be the final time that my eyelids fall.

But no one knows this, no.

Because when I wake up.
I slap a smile on my face
and act.
And act like everythings great.
Everything’s wonderful!..
But no.

When I am alone.
That is when the mask comes off.

I do not pretend any longer.
I stare off into the darkness ahead of me
with not a hint of light other than death.
Thinking so much that I am not thinking at all.
Blank.
Tomorrow will come, and it will begin again.
My eyelids will rise but they will be heavy as bricks.
I will go through another day, with my body and soul both feeling numb.

Time

Whitney Feb 2014

Time

You've never truly felt it.
If you think that,
it’s stupid.
Stupid that I can’t be around all of you at once.

But you don’t understand.
Oh, you don’t understand.
How I wish I was confident enough
just to send “Hey”
And oh, how i wish.
That it wouldn't be so tough,
just to be “okay”

I work for your happiness.
Because that is all I have.
I have inside me, hopelessness.

No, this does not go away in one night.
One “girls’ night out”

It takes time.
But time is not my friend.
As time goes on,
I stay still.
Wanting only just someone to ****.

me.

Two-voiced suicide

Whitney Feb 2014

Two-voiced suicide

Wow.  She is such a freak.
freak, is what they call me.
As if I’m not even
There is no helping her. There
She’s hopeless. Hopeless, is what I feel.
They don’t even know me.
Me? I think she should just give up.   “Give up” they tell me.
Okay…
I will always remember her.   I will...

She is gone now. Gone now,
Gone. I am gone.
Why is she gone? Gone,
Unwanted?  NO! She was because I was unwanted.
beautiful! Beautiful?
Smart! Smart?
Loved! Loved?
I was none of these.
These, she was all of these.

This is a two-voice poem, spoken by two people, from 2 perspective.

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