CocoonA cocoon of silenceAnd self-hatredFell over herAnd she hasn'tBeen seen orHeard from since
My Voice"You bring this upon yourself,"Says the nagging little voiceIn the back of my head.It's right, I'm right;I'm lonely becauseI push others wayAnd I have high expectationsWhen it comes to friendship."If they truly are your friend,then they'll make an effortto apologize,"I constantly tell myself.I hate the voice in theBack of my head.What makes it worseIs that it's my voice.
I'll UnderstandI lieI cheatAnd sometimes I stealSo if youDon't want meI'll understand
Untitled Poem About Self-Image 1At this pointI'm so lostAnd soConfused.What to do?What to do?I can't thinkI can't feelI can't even care!I'm a failureAnd I know it.A slut,A disappointment.I'm destined to fail,To fall flat on my face.So why bother?My life is a wasteI'm a waste!Of precious space!That's all I'll ever be...
I Might DieSociety is fallingRight before my eyesWar, war, war!That's all I ever hearShut up!I want to screamBut I can'tWho would listen to me?The economy is wrecked,The education system isA sham.I want to reach outAnd stop its fallingBut I can'tBecauseIMightDie
GrinWhen I think of you,My chest tightens,And my mind reels.But that's just weird,Because I was under theimpression thatonly fictional beings couldprovoke that kind ofresponse from me.You...You're 100% gut-wrenchingly real,And your stupid, dopey grinMakes me painfully sick.Please, tell me how!How is it possible forAnger to flare up inside meFrom just looking at a pictureOf your stupid, dopey grin?