Maybe it best that my story remain hidden and unread
Like the millions of versions of me
In the head
Of everyone
That I've ever seen or met
Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself
Making it sound like people remember my prescence in every room
That even the most random strangers do
But thats not what I'm saying
Maybe some poems are meant to remain unread
So maybe leave yor thoughts about me remain unread
Because I have alot of my back story
With pages smudged or blackened
Some stuck there
Perpetually
Like a wrinkle in my time
Stuck to the centerfold
But crossed out
Some parts make me cry at a vague suggestion
Some make the smallest parts of my mind scream and I dont realise till I do
And it's so loud
Maybe because it's almost always a midnight wake up call
Shrill and brings back memories of a place that I can't even describe as hell
Because one word doesnt do it justice
YOU ARE READING
Shit rant poems
PoetryThere are so so so many typos and one day, I'll fix them all.....maybe
