The Play

Dad: Yelling. Louder. Sudden. Me: Quiet. Listen. Keep a straight face. Loud heartbeat. Dad: Ask a question. Intense eye contact. Me: Try not to look away. One word answer. Try to remain calm. Dad: Yelling. Rude comment. Swearing. Me: Flinch. Don't cry. Try to remain calm. Clench fist. Don't say anything. Dad: Finger pointing away.... Continue Reading →


I am one of the few

My mom once told me that there are some people that can sense the emotions of others, they take them on like their own and are deeply affected. I am one of the few.

The Narrator

Ever since I was young, it hurt to exist so I made up a world where I didn't. Where there was pain and death, and tears, misunderstandings, laughter, joy, and love. I wasn't there to experience it and that's okay. I think some people are just meant to create. They feel too much to live... Continue Reading →

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I want to scream and yell at all of you Give me the opportunity Make me angry So angry that everything comes out All the things I want to say All the things you don't want to hear I have so much to say and I'm tired of being nice Being stepped on by your... Continue Reading →

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I've forced myself to do the "right" thing forever now and it's not working So please don't be angry that I'm taking a different path. The "hard" path. All the paths are hard. No path guarantees me anything.

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I don't think anyone understands just how impressionable I am. I take opinions and advice seriously and I will listen and obey. It's what I've been raised to do, it's all I've ever done. Thinking for myself is hard because someone always has an opinion and even though I may not want to listen, I... Continue Reading →

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Please don't yell at me Please don't lecture me Please don't look at me with those sad eyes that say I've made a mistake Please don't try to change my mind Please just let me be Or I'll break, Again.

Open letter to my anxiety

You're the reason I started writing again. As to whether that's good or bad, I'm not quite sure. Because pain makes an artist But this kind just makes everything difficult And I would only wish it on others so they could understand Because even my art can't say everything.

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Everything tends to hit me all at once And all I feel is pain and confusion as I try to figure out what the problem is. I wish you tried as hard to understand me as I do But maybe that's too much to ask for It wouldn't be the first time that I've been... Continue Reading →

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