All they see
Is the perfect girl
That I pretend to beBut, honestly
I'm so doneDone with school
And sports
And friendsI'm so done with
Being alone
Even when I'm surrounded
On all sidesThey can hear my screamo through my earbuds
But they don't know
That I'm really emoThey don't know
about the nights I lie awake
Slicing my arms like cakeThey don't know about
How the screams silence my mind
How if I'm thinking about the songs
I'm not wandering in my thoughts
I'm not living in my rage
YOU ARE READING
Glass
Poetrya collection or a grouping or a gathering or even an anthology, if you will, of poetry. Now edited and revamped, this volume of work is complete in my eyes, but I have a new and similar book I will be working on called Something Else Out There