Day #9: write an honest poem about yourself, don’t hold anything back.
I relapse in my thoughts
And its a drug I can’t stop welcoming.
Don’t worry it’s not tangible, I can’t taste it, I can’t consume it.
Everyone has it. So I think it’s okay to feel this way.
I overthink and take too much time
To make a choice or to decide.
I tend to get mad, and days like this I stop everything.
People don’t know me to be crippled in cold,
but that means you don’t know me
I always get tired. I get tired of trying to be something.
I don’t care for crowds and loud people talking at the same time.
I prefer to be alone, or with one great person.
I feel that I can show you myself more
Otherwise, I won’t say much.
I force words out of my mouth and It feels like I’m throwing up acid
Becuase nothing sticks, it just burns a hole through an ear.
I can’t speak loud anyway and when I do
It’s always something wrong.
Then I stare at people
And I wish I could be you, him, her.
I wish I could feel pretty all the time and not let my jealous rage
make me angry for no reason.
I start to think I hate people.
I don’t realize this about me
I think I’ve earned to feel emotion and sadness from time to time
But all the time- that’s the issue.
It’s not good to drown others with me while I’m at it.
This isn’t an intervention, and I’m not trying to feel sorry for myself.
I don’t hate myself and I do find my company great.
I have grown to love my self, and I am learning to just
let it go.
I find myself cute and pretty. I find myself sexy.
I believe to be different.
I like the things I like, and I like how I give my heart and love and patience to many
I worry that I’ll get hurt. But I’ve been hurt many times before, not by a love
but from all.
But I always seem to still be here.
I’m here and so is everyone else.
I’m still working on myself and I haven’t figured out what is wrong sometimes.
I just know that there are so much more beautiful things to cry about.