How To Understand Introverted PeopleIt may seem at times I haveMore Like This
Little to offer when it comes
To the art of conversing,
Opting to remain in the shadows
Rather than to put myself
Directly in the centre like most.
Often any type of social situation
Is like a conflict zone in my eyes;
The amount of loud noises bubbling
From the throats of others, it's like
The consistent beat of a war drum.
As for any arguments, I feel as if
I'm caught in the firing line, the
Persistent sense of unease underling
The coat of my stomach triggers me
To turn tail and run for cover.
On the facade I'm a mere lone wolf,
Aloof, wanting nothing more than the
Entire room to lapse into silence.
I place no blame upon you for thinking
Wrong of the way I act - I must be
Awkward, I must not like making the
First move therefore I'm hard work.
Under the surface, I'm just like you,
Afraid of others judging me for the
Smallest and most stupidest things.
All I hope is to be welcomed, to be
Accepted by one, if not a few who
Takes the time to coax me out of my s
I Am (Not) an ArtistI am asked time and time again,More Like This
"What's new and exciting?"
And about 99.9% of the time, I answer them the same way:
They look disappointed,
And move on to a more interesting topic.
Yet they do not understand that truly nothing has changed.
I am still depressed.
Even the maximum dosage of pills cannot quench my thirst for happiness.
I still get migraines up to 5 times a week,
People still ask me why I'm not in school.
I still think I'm ugly,
No matter how thick the liner on my eyelid is.
I still don't have a boyfriend.
Nor has a boy my age ever called me pretty.
I still wear clothes I wore in the fifth grade.
I mean hey? They fit.
My little sister, Elizabeth, still can't make it to the toilet to vomit,
Does she need vomit-training or something??
My older sister still misses her exes,
Yet her list continues to grow.
My brother continues to surpass me in every aspect.
Teachers are always concerned how HE is doing.
We still can't afford the greatest food at the supermarket.
Rainy DayRoaring thunder rolls overheadMore Like This
The masses stand huddled
Under their umbrellas
And the covers of nearby stores
Fast as they can
Or standing still
Cramping into the tighest space
I simply stand
Rest, close my eyes, breathe in
Tilt my head upwards
Breathe out, eyes open
It’s pouring down
And I smile.
A Prayer for the Scar Mappedi hope you find someone who loves you for your scars.More Like This
your scars are the battles you fought
alone, scared, broken at midnight
navigating the map of your lost soul,
wearing nothing but threadbare dreams,
with demons who would not die,
and who could not rest.
and still strong, you fought on.
i pray you find someone who loves you for your scars
your scars will tell the stories your lips cannot.
your scars will reveal secrets your heart cannot.
your scars will create meaning to the little things you do.
so find someone who loves you for your scars.
this is all that I can pray for, for you
and for you,
and for you...