No control
every day, every hour, every minute, Every second
. The same feeling,
the same loneliness takes over.
No matter what I do it seems to follow me
like an angry bee.
Don’t know what it wants
there's no guarantee.
It never leaves me.
Did I do something wrong?
What does it want?
Like waves in the sea, my emotions start to rise
. Can't help but tear up.
What's wrong with me?
I used to control it all.
Always kept it locked.
I hate it when I do that.
There's no going back.
past is past.
Little cheerful, carefree girl I'll miss you.
It seemed like yesterday when we first met.
Now I look at you and see a girl trying so hard to keep it together.
Hiding her feelings from the world.
What are you waiting for?
No one's coming to save you.
Are you crying like you used to?
Staying up late dreaming of the life you always wished for?
Why are you doing this?
Are you angry about all the Partys you've missed?
Are you too caught up in judging yourself?
What are you looking at?
Does the reflection scare you?
Little cheerful, carefree girl
You don’t deserve all this.
...
No matter what I say you still stand Infront of the mirror.
Are you not tired?
You hate everything about yourself.
You hate your smile,
your face,
your arms,
your legs,
your crocked teeth and your asymmetrical eyes.
You hate the way you frown.
You hate you....
Little cheerful, carefree girl
you try to change every flaw.
You hate your jaw
and the way your nose crunches up.
Every time you get stressed,
you seem to forget,
you're only human
you can't control it all...
About this poem
this poem is about self hatred . being so caught up judging yourself that you miss everyting in your life.
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Written on May 31, 2023
Submitted by egoroladze on May 31, 2023
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Words | 332 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 52 |
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