I remainA Poem by ♪The Girl Next Door♪forcing those windows shut, trying to push the words back both palms planted firm on the cool glass, my feet sliding back in the dirt, trying to push the noise out. their lines flow around me, their comments and opinions. I can't let them in. can't let them in.... let them in. just a little. a few words, leaking through the walls. I can read through the glass as it gets hotter. their words come in waves, larger and larger, they must be true.... if there is so many.. the shattering of the glass breaks the chaos. I feel myself fall back, fall back for such a long time until my body hits the ground. the breath leaves my body and I scramble to suck it back in. I'm down. the people ignore my broken glass, my shards. I'm watching them walk past me, as I sit still. I could've just stayed, I was fine!! I could've layed there until they left. the people who I blocked out. they would have forgotten me. but the ground was lonely. I couldn't pull any one down, life in the dust is a cruel condemnation. so I reached. I called out. I pulled myself to a knee, and that's when they saw me. my pleading eyes were being recognized my smile starting to reappear is this my chance? they see me! they can pull me up! invite me! accept me! these beautiful realization is trampled with my body as the rough ground rushes to meet my face. they kicked me down. they spit at me. they laughed as I scraped myself away chased me. trampled me. so instead of laying there, lonely, I was for ever stepped on, even by the people who "cared" I've been here so long, other ground people crawl to me "how can we get up?" "help!!" "I'm lost.." these cries are all to familiar as I offer my body as a stepping stool they crawl back up and walk away I remain. they wave as they walk, even run away, become like those you would kick me down so I stare at the sky. letting them pull and push me, either helping them up or pushing them further along they all walk away, and only I remain I remain. © 2013 ♪The Girl Next Door♪ |
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2 Reviews Added on June 4, 2013 Last Updated on June 4, 2013 Author♪The Girl Next Door♪In The Highest Room Of The Tallest Tower, COAboutMy name's Makenzie and I'm extremely insane. If I were a super hero my super hero name would either be Captain Procrastination or Sarcastimaster. P.S. also by the way, I'm a confessed crazy cat lady. .. more..Writing
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