Sometimes, I sit and think, isn't my life just a game of piggy in the middle?
And somehow, I'm always the one in the middle?
The 2 people either side could be Life and Death,
Or Fate and Destiny?
Or Love and Hate?
Or Joy and Sadness?
It could be any, or all, of those.
Every time I try to catch the ball, it flies over my head.
Like all the brilliant opportunities I should've grabbed.
Like the great relationships I could've made.
Like the time that's flown by so fast without me noticing.
Like the rope that I didn't hang on to which could've lifted me out of the dark hole I was in
Like the marks that I missed in every test because I couldnt be bothered to revise
If only I was that little bit taller
If only my arms were slightly longer
Or if I'd jumped that teensy bit higher
Maybe the ball should've been thrown a few centimetres lower
I'd finally catch it.
But maybe,maybe I'm just rubbish at catching and I just need to accept that.
Unspoken Thoughts
Why are you crying?
Because the teacher told me off
Why are you crying?
Because there was drama on the group chat
Why are you crying?
Because someone in my class accidentally ripped one of my pictures
Why are you crying?
Because...i......i dont know why, ok?!
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poems from a lonely girl
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