I Know How It Feels

Meandering. I guess

I know how it feels,

Another pound;

Another day,

Another scale.

Not to eat, not to look,

Not to notice the empty stares;

glances from the broken mirror,

Frantic twitches, shying eyes. 

Away and away now I hide.

I know how it feels,

A shiny blade;

Crimson reflection,

A locked door.

Flushed skin

With white lines,

Only bracelets

Cover the scars.

I know how it feels,

To stand there alone;

a room full of people,

but no one to talk.

Your voice is stuck,

Eyes are down;

Can't seem to move,

But I want to leave.

Do you know how it feels?

Author's Note

I'm not sure where this came from.

Captcha: spinae

Reviews

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-raises hand to join the "I know how it feels" group- I think that's been me more lately than anything...

[Dr. Wood ?]

We never know where they come from, but it is imperative to write them down...I do NOT know how it feels but I know many that do..great poem

[ATG]

Although I can't say I relate to this too much, it was a great poem. It flowed really well and was well written. Overall, it was a good read.

[Miss Marie Riorden.]

Why thank you. :)

[ATG]

No problem. Thanks for posting it.