20 Nov 2014
I'm lost. Not as in a maze or a huge city but in my head. I've got amazing friends that seem to care but sometimes it's not enough. I need to tell myself I'm wanted but I can't seem to find the time. In the whirlwind of life I can't even care about me. I end up just doing my usual routine because that's the only thing that doesn't change. It's something I can cling to it with both hands because it makes me feel normal. I know I get on my friends nerves and believe me I don't mean to. I just want to fit in. Be a part of the group but maybe being in the group is what changes people. I'm scared of promises because they always end in disappointment. I'm scared to talk to certain people because people make big deals out if nothing. I hate standing out. I want to be that girl again that hid behind her friends and just blended in. Nobody noticed her mistakes. She didn't make many. Now I'm a tragic mess of extreme emotion and mistakes. My mother complained about how the clothes in my wardrobe weren't folded well maybe I like living in a mess. It's become my comfort. I've lived in the dark so long I'm afraid of the light.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
