I Don't Know


Secrets we hold
Tight in a balled up fist
Refusing to let them free
For all to see
Even those we trust 
Don’t know everything
So who truly knows me?
Whom can I trust with my deepest darkest secrets?
The truth is...
I don’t know.

Friends come and go,
How do I know which ones will stay?
I don’t.
If I pour myself out to them,
Will they betray me?
I don’t know

Trusting my instincts is the best I can do.
Will I make mistakes?
Yes,
I have already.
But all I can do,
Is keep walking
Never let someone break me
Its okay to morn the loss of a friend
But sooner or later 
I’ll get back up again. 

In life
You just don’t know
 
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Whitney

VT

17 years old

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  • Poetry

    By Whitney

    Awaiting An Invitation

    Tree limbs dance in
    the breeze of baited breath,
    roots threaten to break ground zero.
    time;
    too much
    too little
    only the trees understand 
    me

    glass stregthens
    mirrors melt
    clouds converge and darkness reigns

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  • By Whitney

    Sentenced

    I am guilty

    The bars which restrain me
    are but my own fault

    I am guilty

    The lifeless walls
    frozen, unfeeling
    yield no give as I fight to break free

    My crimes:
    To want,
    the stars 

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  • By Whitney

    Only A Memory

    The wind
    brushes my cheek, with a kiss. 
    Neck craned, my eyes
    skim the sky in bliss

    The scene before me,
    a canvas to interpret,
    I stare, deep within the soul of each star
    this game I refuse to forfeit.

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