this poem doesn't exactly describe me but i wrote it just yesterday......Hope everyone likes it and if you don't even like poems ooo well.....
Freak; people stare at me, when i
don't see. the mirror in
front of me,
breaks into millions of pieces,
i dash into the stalls, covering my face
with my own hands,
just to notice my hands are filled with grief.
i am not me.
Freak;
tears roll down my cheeks,
black eyeliner runs off my face, and
my heart starts to race.
i feel my skin, breaking inside,
urging me to die.
in all my black clothes,
my body wants to loose control.
i walk out and,
staring eyes come into my mind.
all i hear is ''poor dear''.
i escape from my nightmare, with sweat dripping
from my forehead, i
close my eyes once again,
just to feel one last time the pain.
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