the parts I let them see

If I were to drop dead 
right here
right now
or disappear
into thin air
how many people would actually care
would you even blink
or even stop to think
or would you just brush it off
as just one more unfortunate event of the world 
saying your sorry without tears in your eyes 
would anybody understand 
who I am
would anybody care 
that I don't like being called pretty
unless your one particular person 
or that it bothers me when people read over my shoulder
would anybody remember 
how much I love my family 
and my one real friend
would anybody recall my rare true smile
or my mischievous 'I'm about to steal your hat' grin 
will anybody remember the real me 
or will they only remember the parts i let them see?


 

Inkpaw

VT

17 years old

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  • The Boxes In The Corner

    Looming over your shoulders

    Each stack higher than its former

    Every thought and every scrap

    Of an idea too scared to ponder

     

    Every moment that hurt

    Each minute that lingered longer

  • Inadequacy


    How do I push the words out
    From behind my taffy tongue 
    Thick with salty tears 
    And full of grubby thumb 


    I’m a child 
    Pretending that I’m numb 
    To escape the overwhelming feelings 

  • Paper Frogs

    Why

    When feet fall soft but quick 

    Does the hallway extend

    And the hot breath of whoever’s behind me feel hotter 

    Why do I stay pressed to the wall 

    Like a stubborn gruby sticker