I hate how people think that everything will be okay
I hate how they say they know what I’m going through
I hate when the line “Everything is alright,” comes up
And I hate the pity in their faces
I hate when people feel bad for me
I hate how others bring me down
I hate when people stare at me
When I can’t even look at them without a frown
I hate the tears in my eyes every time I think
I hate thinking
I hate the aching in my chest as I hear the silence around me
I hate the quiet
I hate being alone and yet I am
People think I prefer it but do I have a choice
I want to be held tight
I want to feel safe
I want to be loved
I want this empty space in my heart to be filled
I want a lot of things
A lot I must admit
And as I write this I notice it has changed to something I didn’t want it to become
I don’t want to pour my heart out to people who wont understand
I don’t want to tell people how I feel so they could look at me uncaringly
I need someone to talk to
I need someone to love me
I need someone to help me figure out who I am
I am lost
I don’t know myself
Who I am
I need help
And I don’t ever think that I’ll be aided
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My Poems
PoetryI write poetry like everyday. And just wanted to post some of them (not all cause that wouldn't be very pretty). My biggest insperation was my seventh grade math teacher. Thank You Mrs. (not gonna say your name). Thank you for being the most boringe...