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Tonie Wasco Dec 2015
I am the nice girl
the cute girl
the friendly girl
the one who always smiles and asks how people are doing
and doesn’t expect them  to ask back
I am the sweet girl
the funny girl
the responsible girl
who takes care of others
because she’s afraid of what her mind will do if she ever decided to let loose
based on what others do
I am the calm girl
the nice girl
the cute girl
the one that feels she cannot accept being called beautiful
because such a word doesn’t seem worthy enough for her
Unlike being called
the loud girl
the annoying girl
the basic girl
all because of how and what i say and act and dress
which makes others think it’s okay
to judge base on words that people say
words to me can be a trick or treat
The treats are the words used to express me so positively
Cute funny nice smart
And the trick by the ones I had called friends
Calling me words that they use to bring me down
Loud annoying basic stupid
the words that we say or put on our brains can affect us everyday
I am the girl they call
cute and nice
Yet no one has ever thought my words would ever have more meaning
Or think twice
Because I have hidden them longer than anyone would ever know
see by the time i was 10
when my older sister
the pretty popular smart girl died
i was left broken down inside
and i ended up being the shy girl
who’s ideal of a friend was her grandma and eating ravioli
and watching tv
the sad girl
that cried each night hoping for such pain to end
Regrets so large and wide that I could never hide
the lonely girl
who had no one to call as friends for her own
the depressed girl
who wanted to runaway
who thought suicide at least more times a day
But never thought to express her pain
See I am not that simple
words do not express me
yet when people describe us we take their words
and use them as our own
words that wrap around us so tightly
that hold us in our hearts and cling to our minds
that we assume we are just the words that they tells us
Make us assume
we can’t be nothing else
simple small words
are what we end taking to be our own
and thinking nothing else
BUT I AM MORE THAN JUST A Nice, cute, SIMPLE MINDED GIRL
I am more than just those little words they throw at me
yet as touching and sincere as those words are
they don’t define me
they are words that can describe but yet when others hear it won’t they just assume the same
They change their blank canvas mind of me into the colors of what people say
making up their minds of me before they even see me
As if by hearing my name the painting in their minds is already created
Being shown too others
See I want to be more than just what others say about me
for i am a woman
who fights for whats right
overthinks,
that makes me sink and swim through the ocean in my mind
but can get to the shore in time
to fully appreciate life
and prove that not everybody is what they say to be
trust me
i used to be just a nice girl
Unlike everyone else
I perfer not to be a
Simply nice woman
Kelly Bitangcol May 2016
I have always been known as the person who remembers everything.* Not just big and major things, even the small ones. Every time my family and I are going on adventures I am the one who remembers the place and the travel route. When we went out of town one time I can still remember when we asked a man in the streets for directions and it turned out he told us the wrong way, and me, being the scared little child, I was asking for my mom to just drive back and go home. Fortunately, we arrived to our destination and I remember that it was 12 am when we got there and I was too tired to function. I still remember the name of the resort we stayed in, I remember the design of the swimsuit I was wearing, it has the number 21 in it, and I remember posing for a photo where I was wearing goggles and I made it my profile picture on Facebook. I remember the name of one hotel in that town was similar to my ex crush’s last name that’s why my sisters were teasing me about it.

That one time we joined a halloween costume contest and my costume was a cheerleader (cheerleader in Glee, specifically speaking) and my sister went as a ballerina but we all know that wasn’t a costume because she is also a ballerina in real life. I knew she never wanted to go with me, but as usual, i needed someone to be with. I remember the costumes that the people were wearing, that the white lady was the one who won the best in costume. I remember how sweet the halloween candies were. I remember that a stranger took a picture of us, and me, being the usual one who overthinks, got scared and asked my sister if we could leave already.

I remember going to the mall with my sister before and I accidentally stepped on a lady’s foot and she got so angry with me and I became frightened. I remember ordering a green mango shake and didn’t finish it because it was too sour, and then my mother scolded me and until now she’s still bringing that up whenever I try to order a shake. I remember watching A Series Of Unfortunate Events one Christmas and after that I became obsessed with it and it was the only thing I’ve watched for weeks. I remember the girl I met in a cafe, she was wearing a yellow dress and **** I remember her smile was brighter than the sun. I remember all the things that happened the night I lost my concert virginity, it happened January 24, 2015 and when they played my favourite songs it felt like home. I remember the perfume I was wearing when I had a date with one guy so whenever I smell it I will always remember his eyes.

I can still remember the song that was playing the night when we were dancing, the night where it started it all, and baby, I remember how you took my hand and suddenly I felt electricity in my body. I remember being at a friend’s house after that night and when she tried to show me photos of us I couldn’t look at them without smiling and thinking of the feeling you gave me. I remember spending a lot of nights thinking of you and promising myself I wouldn’t fall and that was when I knew everything was going to be a mess. I remember the night when there was a storm and you texted me and asked how was I doing, and then the following days consisted of us texting each other. I remember one afternoon when you asked me if I could be yours and you could be mine, I remember the nervousness in your voice and the way you were scared for the answer I was about to say, and I also remember the happiness in your face when I answered your question. I remember feeling contented with everything when our fingers intertwined and I remember feeling safeness when your arms were wrapped around my body. If I would tell all the things I remember then this poem wouldn’t be finished and will be proclaimed as the longest poem that was ever written. But one thing is for sure, I remember it, all.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t remember the pain. I remember how it hurt the first time you lied to me and how your apology suddenly removed all the pain away. I remember how I asked you if you’re giving up on me already and you just told me you didn’t know. I remember the days we didn’t talk to each other and I spent my nights crying myself to sleep and when we finally talked, it didn’t feel the same. I remember you getting too tired to fix my broken pieces because you have been wounded by them so bad so you just walked away and left them even more broken than before. I remember your hands that were too strong before, too strong to hold me, I remember how I made them weak that’s why you can’t hold on to mine anymore and had to let go of your tight grip. I remember you replacing the word ‘promise' with ‘sorry’, ‘I am always here’ with ‘I wish I was there for you’, ‘I would never leave you’ with ‘I guess this is goodbye.’ I remember you leaving, like everybody else does. I vividly remember it.

But what bugs me the most is that I couldn’t remember some things, I was known as the person who remembers everything but then there came things that I couldn’t recall, even some moments of them. I couldn’t remember the sincerity in your eyes when you told me I was beautiful, I couldn’t remember you being there for me when I needed a shoulder to cry on, I couldn’t remember how you would do everything just to ease the pain, I remember you telling me you love me but I couldn’t remember you meaning it. It bothers me how I remember the smallest details in everything, how I could remember the colour of my first iPhone case, the meal I ate when I was 7 years old and watching my favourite cartoons, the t-shirt I wore on a birthday party before. But I couldn’t remember the things that were worth remembering.

And then it hit me, epiphany hit me.  **I only remember the things that really happened. I only remember the things that were real. I only remember the things that were true.
Jay M Oct 2021
A dress of black
Covers the flesh
The weary legs
Propelling a ****** shell
A walking, talking hell

Boots of black
Cover sore soles
Worn from the miles
Within these shoes
Take them now
To then endow
What this soul
Has and how

Veil of black
Covers the face
The tired, dim eyes
Gateways to a fractured soul
Wailing, crying out like a wraith
Mourning the greatest of losses
A grand, widely gaping grief
For the sorrow and woeful
Most soul retching cry
Of a lovers loss

Keeping still the black veil
A crown upon the head
Heavy is the silver helm
Upon a fatigued skull
Full of fear and dread

A queen without her king
Fallen at her own hand
Her pen, her ink, her word
All bid the love goodbye
Their hearts to surely die

As their kingdom crumbles
Stones crash to the ground
Their castle falls into the sea
From whence it came to be
A castle built stone by stone
To fall but once again
As the very earth rumbles
Quaking in the divide
A ruin on either side

The queen, her part of the land
Once so thriving and grand
Only to fall by her own hand
From a land of bountiful prosperity
To but a wasteland of humanity

The queen, she walks among the ruins
Rubble scatters the once sacred ground
To crash heavily at her weary feet
Seeming to admit defeat

Into the old chambers,
The throne room they once shared
Split at the space between the seats
Now ever so lonely she stands
Upon the cliff so steep and grand
The great divide of ancient land

Seated upon her throne of stone
Cracked and deeply worn
Now it seem it were
Surrounded by spine and thorn
Protecting the exhausted queen
Despite all internal protest
She sits to take a rest

Her subjects come to her cries
From her long cold bed
She cries and cries but will not sleep
Remaining awake only to weep
Wrapped in her linen sheet
Longing for a distant warmth
Knowing it shall not return
T'was but a lesson for her to learn

Rise and rule the day
The queen, she knows that she must
She sits upon her throne on high
Her knights to guard her people
Her heralds to aspire the people
Their souls as they lay to rest

The queen she always overthinks
Thinks once, then twice, then thrice again
As any a queen should hope before
Making but a single request

The queen she rules over the dark
Her word is her solemn command
She considers her people with care
Before do anything she dare

The tired queen, she stands to greet
The soldiers of her fleet
To sail their hearts out to sea
No more, in this time they shall not flea
To tie up their ships to the docks
Not again to leave the harbor
Of their greatest labor

As the day goes by and by
She stands and she sighs
Her people they reflect her state
And quite frankly, as of late
They appear more ghostly than
The specters of her mind

As her sorrow grows and spreads
So, too, do the wraith-like folk
Of her long, forgotten land
Broken by her trembling hand
Both land and fragile heart

Seated somberly upon her throne
The queen, her pain is known
Far and wide, beyond the reaches
Of her sullen, gloom filled lands

As the word spreads
To lands far and vast
The tales of her past
They know her by one name
At last she holds her title, bound;
The Queen of the ******

- Jay M
October 12th, 2021
Just over 2 years of my life, and an unknown future, gone before my eyes...
I suppose I am the Queen of the ******.
clementine Jul 2020
I hope she has a good life.
I hope she has friends that she can lean on.
I hope she never overthinks at night.
I hope she never encounters depression and anxiety.
I hope everyone loves and cares for her.
I hope everyone accepts her flaws.
I hope everyone understands and respects her.
I hope she can find a man whose willing to sacrifice for her.
I hope she can do whatever she wants.
I hope she never shed a tear without knowing why.
I hope she has confidence.
I hope she can decide on her own.
I hope that every moment in her life is a worth to remember.
I hope she's not drown by sadness.
I hope she's happy unlike me.
badtaste Jun 2021
the shine of her shrine brings fair smiles to some,
young lies fester and spread faster than flies hatching from larvae.

Days by days - weeks at a time - content is a constant crisis to our protagonist

summer is welting while winter is begging to stop the talk of death,
but change is soon - somethings are better not stopped; the same as letting the flame from the candle die with the room...
...yes he does
florence Sep 2012
I have to hold back my tears. No one can see me like this, vulnerable and not in control. 
They think that i can fend for myself, what do they know? Truth is im in need for their help, for their opnion and inspiring words.
For a long time it was me in the middle of the sandwhich. My older sister covering me, and i protecting my ypunger twin.
Its funny how the sandwhich turns into how my life is today. My older sister takes up all the spotlight, claimig it allfor herself. Absorbin all the attention until there is none left. I shake at the words she wont utter, like a simple please or thank you. How she would never help my mother how she leaves my mother fighting so hard, as she sits on the couch and jist watches. When my mother asks for her help she will make it more like a burden then helping out of respect. I will do any of those thigs in a heart eat just to take the stress off of my moms shoulders. But again thats how we differ...

As for my twin the one that i had felt the need to protect since we had been in the wound together 16 years ago. How can i put in words all the feelings she leaves on me? She is so irritable yet i yearn to watch her succeed. She is as slow as a turtle, yet sometimes shes as sharp as a knife . Some nights ill catch her talking to herself, it pains me to see her over think things. After so much effort of tryin to help her all i can do now is make beleive im sleeping, pull the covers over my head and let the tears roll down my cheek, burning it under their touch. She has this problem and the tendency to ovetthink thongs from the stipidest things to the most important. She lays them all on the same scale not considekg the dfferences betwene them . As muh as she overthinks , when she has an idea she lets it cloud her judgement.l
 I remember thst one time in our cribs its blurr but i still feel it in my blood. Diane had my moms attentiom absorbed for she was alsay a cryer even when her head hutt a lottle bit. Michelle  was sick with strep having my moms also and my dads granparents. Then my head throat and whole body was killing .. All i remmeber was keeping my mouth shut. And waitig for someone to come ask me how i was feeling. Which no one did.And still as i cry typing this no one will ask me how im feeling, for i have middle child syndrome
md Jan 2018
In a four wall room
She feel so small
She feel out of place
Cant walk alone inside and roam

Everytime she's alone
Sitting and prentending is all she can do
She sits like no one's there
Pretending that she is okay

Her mind overthinks oftenly
slowly being eaten by all her insecurities
Insecurities that she is so small
And compare to others that she is too low
AH Feb 2013
I never thought i'd be the type of girl that overthinks relationships and twists them into something they're not,
like when we don't talk I know it's not because you don't want to,
but my mind warps it into me thinking the worst..
and I know we dont see eachother a lot (which makes the moments when we do even more special), but I just end up worrying and start thinking: maybe if you don't see me as much, you'll leave me.
You say you like me and i'm the most amazing girl you've ever met and I believe that you think that, but I don't believe it myself and I think maybe thats why I freak myself out so much.
So now i'll go take a long shower or do some work and wait for you to call so you can tell me how much you miss me, and my heart will swell with all these emotions...
it's like the best **** nightmare i've ever had and I don't want it to ever stop.
                                      So this is my poem, which isn't really a poem at all...
                                          *just the typical thoughts of a teenage girl in love.
sincelastjune Oct 2014
her mind is a black hole
void of positive thoughts
she overthinks every decision
replays memories over and over
until she breaks down
and gasps for air
like there's none left in her bedroom

this happens once a night, every night
this madness, this episode, this panic, this destruction
but when the sun comes up
she looks for the mask
kept under her pillow like quarters for the tooth fairy
she puts on the mask, after she puts on makeup

the mask comes complete with a smile
comes with the happiest ****** expression imaginable
but under the mask is a frown
that would make the saddest clown shed tears
but she doesn't want her family to know
doesn't want her friends to know
how broken she is deep down inside

so she puts on the mask every morning
so no one asks questions
so no one knows
Boi Jan 2019
My friend brings misery wherever he steps.
Blessing, he doesn't step around often.

My friend overeads whoever he met.
They don't usually stick around often.

My friend overthinks whatever he says.
Never listening, and not chatty often.

My friend is a good man,
decent company,
A thoughtful being,
And miserable often.

My friend brings misery with every step.
Or misery brings him, I can't yet tell.
True story
Qwn Jul 2018
~
I drink two pots of coffee
only to stare at the page,
I avoid all forms of rest
only to scribble squares,
I force myself into panic
only to give up before I start.
I swear I'm trying.
I hate this part of myself,
the part that overthinks for hours,
only to forget my words.
~
i wrote this during exam season
aleya ridzuan Jun 2018
She
She puts a smile on her face every morning,
to make peoples day,
She typed laughing emojis when its very much killing her inside,
She, the one people see who is always cheerful,
is the one who always cries quietly at night,
afraid to wake her peacefully sleeping sister,
She, the one who has beautiful dreams,
the dreams she think would never happen,
She always stare out the window,
music in her ears,
the cloud cries with her,
trying to blow away the overthinks,
seats she wished that weren’t empty,
remain unoccupied,
she doesn’t understand the lonesome she felt,
she just wants a shoulder to cry on,
but it’s her pillow that was soaked,
as she felt no one is listening,
so she stopped trying to talk,
doing what she do best,
bottling everything up.
JD Dec 2019
In a world where deep love
Becomes a deep cut
An emotionally draining scar
That gets to replay in your mind
In a world  where being perfect
Was never good enough
No matter the effort
Your heart breaks
Your head overthinks
Your soul getting crushed by the weight
In a world where you’re staying up late
Alone with the loneliest feeling in the world
Let me sleep forever
beth haze Apr 2020
I've always been someone who feels intensely.
Someone who notices the things that no one around them
seem to pay attention to.
Someone that sets focuses on the small things and
romanticize them to no end.
Someone who plays them in a loop on their head and
overthinks every detail.
Someone who creates expectations for everything around them
even though they know it'll hurt them in the end.
Someone with a never-ending inner battle
in between their heart and their head.
Someone with an everlasting lost look on their face who
you think has nothing going on up there.
But there's something.
A memory of every half-smile, every laugh,
every tear, and every frown ever felt,
emotions ready to creep back up into the surface again
at any given time. No warnings attached.
- whirlwind.
Natt Jan 2018
A Pisces...
Helps without expecting something in return.
Loves silence and being alone but not for too long.
Imagines scenarios 5-7 hours a day.
Loves love.
Wants to share their life with someone.
Overthinks
Deep and emotional.
Great listeners.
******* talented in a form of art.
Knows exactly how to give advice
Puts other people’s problems before their own.
Trustworthy and a great secret keeper.
Clueless at times.
Big heart.
Always wishing the best for everyone.

For you might never know what Love is until you’ve been loved by a Pisces.
Ariel Apr 2019
This distance between us, I feel it killing me from the inside
Despite your reassurances everything will be okay
I still want to cry.
You're leaving me slowly, day by day.

I want him, but he isn't here
Even though he isn't you, I had hope for the future.
I wanted him, I still do
But it's hard to try when I keep thinking of you.

I keep getting caught in the in-between.

He's already said, "I love you"
Of that, I'm not entirely sure
But his lips felt better than yours ever did
And now, I'm of two worlds.

I've wanted him since he first started to speak
With those dulcet tones so deep
His smile and laugh were all too sweet
But he still remains out of reach.

I keep getting caught in the in-between.

I ridicule those who cannot choose
Despite the fact that, with this decision, I am in their shoes.
He understands me, but not like you do
I hate my brain and how it overthinks, especially when it comes to you.

I haven't heard from him in months
Over this, my heart aches
I worry that he isn't okay
For the things his parents screamed about not long ago are too worrying to say.
This is no longer relevant, the person I talk about isn’t in my life anymore, but it was too pretty to delete. Just know that this is no longer true for me, not about the unnamed “he”.
lena k Aug 2018
i'm sorry.
i'm sorry that you're stuck with me.
stuck with someone who 's only happy when you're around.
someone who doesn't believe you when you say
you love them
because they have learned that they
are not lovable.
i'm sorry you're stuck with someone
who has trust issues
someone who flinches when a man sits next to them
someone who looks at sharp things differently
than you do
someone who overthinks everything
and believes you're bored of them.
someone who hold grudges
because that's the only way
they know how to protect themselves
someone who forgets to eat
someone who can't love herself
as much as you say you love them.
someone who will never believe you care about them
because they can't even care about themselves.
someone who will always believe
that you deserve better than them.
i'm not good enough for you ****
lover Mar 2019
Me
I am not the names you call me, my hands shake with anxiety and my mind overthinks rapidly. Sitting by the windowsill, head in the clouds, I pray for an everlasting love - one higher than the ground. Tell me why would you prey on the weakest of them all? Mr I need space but I love you. Like vultures, they swooped down and lifted me up just to drop me. I don't want to hang anywhere or see anyone or live in despair but my heart is colder than ice these days and blood ties are ones who warm it up. My coffee keeps going cold, the remanence of the mess I make wherever I seem to go. Mistreated and discriminated against like the best of them, I know I'll get through this. The darkness hasn't followed me in a while now and all I see is bright lights and a happy future. For everyone. Miss bright side, missus nobody and missus let me figure this one out on my own sort of rebellion. They say karma's a '*****' but I've had my face on for weeks and maybe that's just me.
insomniatrical May 2018
He's a little Poe Boy - always a little off,
He's a little gruesome, always in his thoughts.
He's always so sad, overthinks more than he ought,
But he's a little Poe Boy - guess he wasn't what I sought.
Kasey Jan 2019
What he doesn't know is she goes home and overthinks
But what he doesn't know won't **** him

What she doesn't know is his home is broken
But what she doesn't know won't **** her

What he doesn't know is he's the one she wants to talk to
But what he doesn't know won't **** him

What she doesn't know is he wan'ts to see her
But what she doesn't know won't **** her

What they don't know is there two halves of a hole
But what they don't know won't **** them
Mya Beattie Sep 2018
Untitled

A lost cause captured by the rough fingertips of life. She holds on to hope of a better tomorrow and all she wants is to feel the warm embrace of your smile like the sun. She wants to still be able to see you before life wrapped it’s hands around you and dared you to speak. She wants to know that everything will be alright but when your whiskey breath drowns her childlike dreams she overflows and overthinks about how from now on a smile will mean anything except happy because she has seen it be used to many times as a mask for the silhouettes of the hopeless and lost.
Jay M Sep 2022
Gown of black
Covers the flesh
The weary legs
Propelling a ****** shell
A walking, talking hell

Boots of black
Cover sore soles
Worn from the miles
Within these shoes
Take them now
To then endow
What this soul
Has yet to sow

Veil of black
Covers a visage
The tired, dim eyes
Gateways to a fractured soul
Wailing, crying out, as does a wraith
Mourning the greatest of losses
A grand, widely gaping grief
For the sorrow and woeful
Most soul retching cry
Of a lovers loss

Keeping still the black veil
A crown upon the head
Heavy is the silver helm
Upon a fatigued skull
Full of fear and dread

A queen without her king
Fallen at her own hand
Her pen, ink, and word
All bid the love goodbye
Their hearts to surely die

As their kingdom crumbles
Stones crash to the ground
Their castle descends to the sea
From whence it came to be
A castle built stone by stone
To fall but once again
As the very earth rumbles
Quaking in the divide
A ruin on either side

The queen, her part of the land
Once so thriving and grand
Only to fall by her own hand;
From a land of bountiful prosperity
To but a wasteland of humanity

The queen, she walks among the ruins
Rubble scatters the once sacred ground
To rest heavily at her weary feet
Seeming to admit defeat

Into the old chambers,
The throne room they once shared,
Split at the space between the seats
Now ever so lonely she stands
Upon the cliff so steep and grand
The great divide of ancient land

Seated upon her throne of stone
Cracked and deeply worn
Now it seem it were
Surrounded by spine and thorn
Protecting the exhausted queen
Despite all internal protest
She warily sits to rest

Her subjects come to her cries
From her long cold bed,
She cries and cries but will not sleep
Remaining awake only to weep
Wrapped in her linen sheet
Longing for a distant warmth
Knowing it shall not return
T'was but a lesson to be learned

Rise and rule the day,
The queen knows that she must,
She sits upon her throne on high
Her knights to guard her people
Her heralds to aspire the people
Their souls, one day, to rest

The queen, forever she overthinks
Thinks once, then twice, then thrice again
As any a queen should hope before
Making but a single request

The queen, she rules over the dark
Her word is her solemn command
She considers her people with care
Before do anything she dare

The tired queen, she stands to greet
The soldiers of her fleet
To sail their hearts out to sea
No more, in this time they shall not flea
To tie up their ships to the docks
Not again to leave the harbor
Of their greatest labor

As the days go by and by
She stands and heavily sighs
Her people, they reflect her state
And quite frankly, as of late
They appear more ghostly than
The specters of her mind

As her sorrow grows and spreads
So, too, do the wraith-like folk
Of her long, forgotten land
Broken by her trembling hand
Both land, and fragile heart

Seated somberly upon her throne
The queen, her pain is known
Far and wide, beyond the reaches
Of her sullen, gloom filled lands

As the word spreads
To lands far and vast
The tales of her past
They know her by one name
At last she holds her title, bound;
The Queen of the ******.

- Jay M
September 7th, 2022
Decided to polish up this piece a bit. Also, never noticed it was censoring parts of my writing? The censored word is d a m n e d (hope that works so it can actually be read).
insane Mar 2020
i don't know if i'am the only one
who ends up broken and sad
after anything happens

i don't know if i'am the only one
who stays up crying all night
and struggling to put on a smile in the morning

i don't know if i'am the only one
who overthinks things
and messes the wild thoughts running in my head

i don't know if i'am the only one
who ends up feeling used and
drained of all love that one can give

i don't know if i'am the only one
with a broken heart which is still beating
to be broken by someone someday

i don't know if i'am the only one ;
The oxygen is thin but the morning lets more in and the day will soon begin, Oh! how wonderful, he thinks, sometimes he doesn't think at all, at times he overthinks, reflections in the kitchen sink him,

oxygen still thin?
well, at least it has revived him where the night had yet again denied him the opportunity to sleep.

and this wondering, how come
has one more facet come undone
one less sparkle in my eye?
I
wonder why I wonder why.
Anna Jan 2018
There is a girl
Who sits in class
And reads and reads and reads and reads.
She immerses herself in the worlds
And leaves her life behind.
There is a boy
Who skips class
And smokes cigarettes
In the bathroom.
He hides himself
Behind the smoke
So no one can see him cry.
There is a girl
Who wanders the halls
Lost,
And not wanting to be found.
She thinks and thinks and overthinks
And doesn't hear the late bell.
HeyitsAngel Jul 2020
As she writes
She has her music the loudest it can go
Writes about the confusing heart she has
She has always been a very quiet girl
Kept things to herself
Smiles all the time
Super sweet and helpful
But you never truly knew how she was
She is so positive and optimistic
But behind that smile
She is struggling
She overthinks
She wants to please everyone
She does what people want
But is she truly satisfied
Putting a smile on people's faces
And worrying about how they feel all the time
Can get tiring so the question I have for you
How are you feeling
No seriously
How are you feeling
Darling your emotions matter too
Don't hold it in
Let it out, honey
You can only be strong for long
And put up a front that you are okay
Breakdown sweetie, it's okay
Your emotions matter
It's not selfish
Your mental health is important too
Eden Y Hamden Nov 2020
Fake smiles
fake laughs
does anyone notice that I'm sad?
bruised fists
abused wrists
does anyone notice that I'm going mad?
overthinks
never thinks
does anyone notice that it's that bad?
no words
used swords
you'll never know where I stand
fake smiles
fake laughs
this is not what I had planned
April 2, 2017
Sunday
2:27 am
Sara M May 2020
I have a drawing on my wall. Some faceless figures with lines showing the different ways they’re making their lives all the more miserable.

One figure overthinks, its thoughts scrambled in the surrounding air.

Another compares, each thought taking sweet time to indulge in the previous happenings, looking for faults and reasons to give up.

A third figure is caught in a haze of what could be, all the what if’s.

This fourth figure is  sometimes confusing. The figure is        projecting. Projecting doubts, fears, cries, or thoughts, hopes, prayers?

the final figure longs, hopes for the future and the changes it will bring. This figure is the weakest of them all, not taking the present for what it is, and wishing desperately for escape.

I’ve been all of these figures, black lines on a blank piece of paper waiting for some color and a face, a chance at accepting the world for what it is.
Acey Dec 4
I wish to be free like those birds you see up in the sky in the morning daylight. Oh to be a bird. Flying so high where nothing can touch me, just barely high enough to touch the clouds..
But i'm stuck
Here on the ground listening to the sound my mind makes when it overthinks. This body feels like a battle ground.  my mind, the enemy and I the soldier. Battling these fears that weigh me down
This battle ground is scarred and inside burning like a wildfire, the flame climbs higher inside.
I feel like a waterfall overflown with tears but I have none left to cry.
I am stuck.
Playing a role, a person I don't recognize any more.
Where is that little girl excited to live, the one that let everything blow over her head?
She's stuck.
In me begging to be freed, i am sorry little me for pushing you away and locking you in this cage i call myself
We’re stuck.
I feel like a thorned rose stabbing anyone who gets too close, it's dangerous playing with plants and I choose the wrong ones to plant.
I feel heavy like water is weighing me down, like I'm holding a pound of bricks sometimes.
Though dying is so much easier. Then living no living is way harder.
I fight with myself to survive because I don't wanna die.
I'm stuck
Where the only escape seems to be sleep. These dreams take me on journeys where I know who to be .
I'm tired of being me, I'm tired of everything but I keep pushing. Even though it seems i'm not trying.
I'm stuck, stuck
Is all i say when i need to help myself instead of staying away from problems i need to face but
At the same time i still feel
Stuck…
um I'm not that good and this is one of my first poems i'd love for some advice or feedback if you can do that on here

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